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I Jr.Gong long side Yami BoloCome to tell you a little story about the girl next doorCertain tings can happen but she will never knowUnless she come ah di rasta man stage showI Jr.Gong man have the love connectionCome fi sail like a big boat across the oceanSo come and get yourself inna di love motionYou have di Rastaman wid di love potionShe needs my loveShe said she needs my loveShe need my loveShe said she need Jah loveShe is a girlfriend, she live next doorI think I've seen her that face beforeHer memories can't erase from my mindI love ya angel, one of a kindWell, den she see me and she ball outYo, Jr.Gong, di searching shall endWhere the searching begunShe need a bed room bully who's a real rangatanShe love me like how black yankee love FarrakhanLetras de cancionesWell, she's very impressed with the youngest veteranShe started realizing there's no better manNow when time rain a fall, I become di weather manPerforming every one of her stage show dem fi longI beg ya pardon deh miss kinky walkingBright like sunlight when me glimpse you dis morningCome down to night, you ah mi moon shine darlingMash up mi head, all when ah you mi eye ballingReady fi di hundred with out no stallingInce comes the youngest signal and warningBig trampoline for di bedroom brawlingCause she's not justGood she's appallingHer performances deserve applaudingShe needs my loveShe said she needs my loveShe need my loveShe said she need Jah loveShe is a girlfriend, she live next doorI think I've seen her that face beforeHer memories can't erase from my mindI love ya angel, one of a kindTell her fi link it, me nah sink it, to piece and bitWhen it come down to loving, it's a perfect fitWhole heap ah more loving and we just nah quitShe can't tek the vibe of Babylon dem spiritStraight up loving and ah nah no bullAh Rastafari bless her with di ting she haveShe have all right reserve, fi she galang badFresher than a vegetable inna mi market bagAny time she come link up me endsMe glad,well, ah she a get di moneyAnd a spend di wad'Cause me know the chumpasWill not be squandered, she mek me start singSome Ray Charles ballad'Cause the style of the loving is not just a fadShe need a lover to hug and squeeze her tightShe need a man to come home at nightBut he's always working that's what she sayI had to tell her, go home and prayShe needs my loveShe said she needs my loveShe need my loveShe said she need Jah loveShe is a girlfriend, she live next doorI think I've seen her that face beforeHer memories can't erase from my mindI love ya angel, one of a kindI Jr.Gong long side Yami BoloCome to tell you a little story about the girl next doorCertain tings can happen but she will never knowUnless she come ah di rasta man stage show From Letras Mania