Tekstovi: Damian "Junior Gong" Marley. She Needs My Love.

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

She needs my love
She said she needs my love
She need my love
She said she need Jah love

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

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

She needs my love
She said she needs my love
She need my love
She said she need Jah love

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

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
'Cause 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

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

She needs my love
She said she needs my love
She need my love
She said she need Jah love

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

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