Desmond Dekker
Desmond Dekker - Pickney Gal songtekst
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I put my money into a condense can You steal it 'way, give it to your TV man Come here, pickney gal, come here Where you think you're running to? I said to come here, girl, pickney gal, come here How could you say that I'm not real? Look 'pon your face, it favor turn cornmeal Come here, pickney gal, come here Where you think you're running to? I said to come, come, come here, pickney gal, come here How could you say, I'm not speaking the truth? Look 'pon your gut, it favor spoilt jack fruit Come here, girl, pickney gal, come here Where you think you're running to? I said, "Come, come, come here, girl, pickney gal, come here" How could you say that I'm not real? Look 'pon your face, it favor turn cornmeal Come here, come here, girl, pickney gal, come here Where you think you're running to? I said, "Come, come, come here babe, pickney gal, come here" How could you say, I'm not speaking the truth? Look 'pon your gut, it favor spoilt jack fruit Come here, gal, pickney gal, come here Where you think you're running to? Look, I said, "Come, come, come, come here, pickney, come here"