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I Jr.Gong long side Yami Bolo Come to tell you a little story about the girl next door Certain tings can happen but she will never know Unless she come ah di Rasta man stage show I Jr.Gong man have the love connection Come fi sail like a big boat across the ocean So come and get yourself inna di love motion You have di Rastaman wid di love potion
She needs my love She said she needs my love She need my love She said she need Jah love
She is a girlfriend She live next door I think I've seen her That face before Her memories can't Erase from my mind I love ya angel One of a kind
Well den she see me and she ball out YO !! Jr.Gong Di searching shall end Where the searching begun She need a bed room bully Who's a real rangatan She love me like how black yankee Love Farrakhan Well she's very impressed With the youngest veteran She started realizing There's no better man Now when time rain a fall I become di weather man Performing every one of Her stage show dem fi long I beg ya pardon deh Miss kinky walking Bright like sunlight When me glimpse you dis morning Come down to night You ah mi moon shine darling Mash up mi head All when ah you mi eye balling Ready fi di hundred With out no stalling Ince comes the youngest Signal and warning Big trampoline For di bedroom brawling Cause she's not just Good she's appalling Her performances Deserve applauding
Tell her fi link it Me nah sink it To piece and bit When it come down to loving It's a perfect fit Whole heap ah more loving And we just nah quit She can't tek the vibe Of Babylon dem spirit Straight up loving And ah nah no bull Ah Rastafari bless her With di ting she have She have all right reserve Fi she galang bad Fresher than a vegetable Inna mi market bag Any time she come link up me ends Me glad Well ah she a get di money And a spend di wad Cuase me know the chumpas Will not be squandered She mek me start sing Some Ray Charles ballad Cause the style of the loving Is not just a fad
She need a lover To hug and squeeze her tight She need a man to Come home at night But he's always working That's what she say I had to tell her Go home and pray