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) 



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