HABIBI
Angie Reed Lyrics

Phew! oh, it′s so hot! oh, i've arrived! nice place! wow! palm trees, expensive cars.
The singer has reached a beautiful place full of palm trees and expensive cars, and is excited and overwhelmed by the experience.

I died my hair, it′s long and blond – wow And rode my camel all night long – ow Just to be here, just with you dear M-hm So, knocking on your door is covered face more Hello, you're what i'm here for Just to be your habibi
The singer has traveled a long distance to be with the person they are singing to, and are eager to see them. Despite having to cover their face upon arrival, they are excited to be their habibi (beloved).

In this oasis of covered faces I′ve crossed a desert of all places To be in this palace of gold – wow With twelve sixteen year-olds Who want to be your habibi But i won′t mind to share 'em With the rest of the harem Oh habibi (habibi) Dear habibi (habibi) Let me rejoice in your rolls royce
The singer is in a palace and acknowledges that there are many potential suitors who want to be their habibi, but they are willing to share him with other members of the harem. They are willing to enjoy the luxurious lifestyle of their habibi, including their Rolls Royce.

He looks deep into their starry eyes And sees the starry nights like the eastern skies Choose me, habibi Choose me
The artist is trying to convince the habibi to choose them, and describes the person they are singing to looking deep into suitors' starry eyes and seeing the beautiful eastern skies.

Hey habibi, don′t you want to kiss me? Hey habibi, don't you think i′m pretty? Hey habibi, don't you think you′ll need me? Hey habibi, please don't diss me
The artist is asking the habibi to show interest in them by kissing them, complimenting their appearance, acknowledging their importance, and being polite and respectful.

Who will it be? (me me) Habibi? Will it be me? Habibi? Oh choose me Habibi Choose me
The singer wants the habibi to choose them over the other suitors in the harem.

While the reflection of the moon hits the sand dunes The sand clock whispers: soon (soon we'll know who) Who will it be? me, me Coffee, tea or me? Me, me, me, me, me...
The singer and other suitors are waiting to see who the habibi will choose, and they ask themselves whether it will be them or someone else, using the metaphor of the moon hitting the sand dunes and sand clock ticking to indicate the passage of time.

His glance starts to dance around their covered faces Then he gazes into their starry eyes like the starry nights But his eyes stay on me Me? really me? is he choosing me? Oh, he′s taking me by the hand He′s choosing me I'll be loving others Now riding their camels back to their mothers
Finally, the habibi chooses the artist, and they are overjoyed at being chosen. However, they acknowledge that they will still be involved with the other suitors and will eventually leave to go back to their mothers.

Hey habibi, don′t you think i'm pretty? Hey habibi, don′t you think you'll need me? Hey habibi, don′t you want to kiss me? Hey habibi, don't you think you'll miss me? Hey habibi, don′t you think you′ll need me? Hey habibi, don't you think i′m pretty? Hey habibi, don't you want to kiss me? Hey habibi, please don′t diss me
The artist continues to ask the habibi for attention and affection, hoping that they will not be rejected (dissed) after being chosen.

Oh, how the poor things cry out Their starry eyes into the starry night And from their covered faces Grow salty traces of tears That drop into the sand For this arabian man For habibi (habibi) For my habibi (habibi)
The other suitors are upset that the artist was chosen and their starry eyes (tearful eyes) reflect the sorrow they are feeling. Their tears fall onto the sand as they think about their beloved habibi, and the artist reflects on how the man they all love (Arabian man) inspires such strong emotions in them all.