[Verse 1: Soukous female lead, bright and fast over the guitars] Little shop in Bandal with a mirror and a fan Needle in my teeth and a chalk line in my hand Every Thursday they come in, the boys who want to shine Bring a photo from a magazine and tell me "Make it mine" Pink silk, lime green, a jacket cut so sharp You could slice a mango on the corner of the dart I measure every shoulder, every swagger, every bow Then on Sunday they go strutting and I'm watching from below [Chorus: Soukous female lead, full band] Every suit on the avenue, I cut it by hand Every man in the parade is a man that I planned Pink lapel, yellow shoe, every stitch is my love On Sunday in the city, I'm a cut above [Verse 2: Soukous female lead, the guitars sparkling faster] Papa Didi in tangerine, he's spinning on his heel Junior in a checkered suit that makes the traffic kneel Big Tresor in the purple with the gold upon the cuff Lifting up his trouser leg to show the socks are tough The crowd is screaming names, and they never once say mine But every label in the lining has my stitch along the line They call it la sape, they call it holy cloth I call it Thursday night and a needle and a moth [Chorus: Soukous female lead, full band] Every suit on the avenue, I cut it by hand Every man in the parade is a man that I planned Pink lapel, yellow shoe, every stitch is my love On Sunday in the city, I'm a cut above [Sebene: Soukous female lead, sebene, the guitars race and she calls out every suit] Tangerine on the left, that's mine Checkered on the right, I drew the line Purple with the gold cuff, every seam is signed Every shoulder on the avenue is stitched on my line [Verse 3: Soukous female lead, strutting] So this Sunday I lock the shop and I hang up the key Put on the white suit I've been cutting just for me Walk into the avenue and every head turns round Every man I ever dressed is stepping off the ground Papa Didi takes his hat off, Junior bows his knee Big Tresor says "Who made it?" and I tell him "Me" Market women on the corner start to whistle and to cheer Every drummer on the avenue is playing for me here [Final Chorus: Soukous female lead] Every suit on the avenue, I cut it by hand Every man in the parade is a man that I planned Pink lapel, yellow shoe, every stitch is my love On Sunday in the city, I'm a cut above [End]
