The front of our house is whitewashed yellow.
Song
The front of our house is whitewashed yellow, ; It is surrounded by red tomatoes. ; My red tomato has yellow flowers, ; I already told you, brown girl, don't love me, because it's in vain. ; ; The front of our house, the front, but the front, ; My baby lives there, she's called Rebeka. ; She's called Rebeka, Rebeka, her waist is on a wire, ; Come out on Saturday night, because I'm waiting for you at the gate.