INTRO 



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 



CHORUS (Yami Bolo) 



She needs my love 

She said she needs my love 

She need my love 

She said she need Jah love 



CHORUS (Yami Bolo) 





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 



VERSE 



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 



CHORUS 



Precious trinket 



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 



VERSE (Yami Bolo) 



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 



CHORUS 



VERSE (repeat vs. #1)