paradise child

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when love

takes me over

its paradise

when love

takes me over

it's always nice

touch pon di ends

and a incense

herbs and oils

scrapbook newspaper

clippings and files

a view of di countryside

remind me of nine miles

where di trees are green

and di people smile

after few water crackers

and some warm milo tea

rub massage home made

coco butter skin cream

interior design of

ights gold and green

and the vibes are pure

and the thoughts are clean

she collect her own

dividends weekly

so mi know ah no money

mek she seek me

cool me down

and tie mi knotty dem neatly

draw close

while whispering sweetly

mi teach her each and everytime

that she link me

we haffi bun

a five bills bag a stinky

true she roots and culture

she win me

i even had to

introduce her to cindy

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well i was sitting

by an open fire place

in my flavorite dungarees

i play a few strums

upon my guitar

and it sounds so good to me

big skunky blunt a blaze

and plus

my flavorite stooks beside me

i glance over

just so i could see her

but my locks got in the way

cool breeze a blow

thru the weeping willow

she always leave

a fragrance on my pillow

when i'm ready

she will always follow

me to the place of

my old sleepy hollow

soft silky voice is

so sacred and hollow

cause out spoken noisy

streams run shallow

reach to the stars

when i launch the apollo

could a land up ah sao paulo