Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Jones, artist - Akua Naru. Date of issue: 17.03.2011
Song language: English
The Jones |
| Brown like cinnamon or candy yam vegetable |
| Rockin' a book bag as if he on schedule (Word) |
| Anxious to represent just like he better do |
| What I gotta do to get next to you? |
| (Ooh) |
| Through the crowd I’m paralysed by your profile |
| Your head down, we meet eyes, I give a slight smile (Ha) |
| Inside, my butterflies run wild (True) |
| Outside, I maintain the front like I’m not moved a mile (Uh) |
| I search your eyes, your nose, the verse in your mouth (Uh) |
| I’m the type of woman to fall in love over a freestyle (Sh, uh) |
| Indigenous love, I’m wonderin' what it is |
| My mind dancin', memory of a first kiss (Uh) |
| You keep your distance, though I feel that you listenin' |
| Maintain compose while the attractions dwindle |
| When the crowd clears, me and my sisters sex up the premises |
| You leave with your king’s unfinished business (Hm) |
| My feelin' is devastated that we didn’t speak |
| But if it’s written, we’ll always have next week (Alright) |
| Oh, love, love |
| The old heads call it Jones |
| And this is what it sounds like |
| The attraction 'tween me and you |
| This whole thing, Mama, couldn’t walk through |
| I got a Love Jones for you |
| I got a Jones for ya, for you, Naru, Naru, Naru, Naru |
| (Like this) |
| minutes, hours, days came and went, I wait impatient (Uh-huh, hm) |
| Time slower than the development of cavemen (Hey) |
| Occupyin' spaces in my mind as if he pay rent |
| Late night conversate just with my girls' entertainment |
| My thoughts on what his name is, Solomon or David? |
| (Uh) |
| Secular or sacred heart? |
| Fully clothed or butt-naked? |
| (Alright) |
| Sicily, Tyson and Miles Davis |
| A modern day painting of a Jones ancient and world-famous (Hey) |
| Type to make you wanna dress up and quit your dayshift (Ooh) |
| Am I alone or does he correspond the same glyph? |
| (Uh) |
| This is my question, my palms sweatin', my fingertips |
| Yearn for his complexion, provisionin' protection (Uh) |
| My eatin' habits arrested, thoughts for him for breakfast (Uh) |
| Last time I felt this way was never, I reckon (Okay) |
| How can I stay calm and collected? |
| The emotional equivalent to an erection (Ooh) |
| Must be a strong man to have (Uh-huh) |
| Woman broken down to the tender age of seven (Right) |
| Though I profess to be grown |
| Devised a method to catch him alone |
| And when I see him, I’ma read him this poem (Uh) |
| The old heads call it Jones |
| And this is what it sounds like |
| The attraction between me and you |
| This whole thing, Mama, couldn’t walk through |
| I got a Love Jones for you |
| I got a Jones for ya, for you, Naru, Naru, Naru, Naru |
| Uh, the old heads call it Jones |
| And this is what it sounds like |
| The attraction between me and you |
| This whole thing, Mama, couldn’t walk through (Sing to me Mr. Donet) |
| I got a Love Jones for you (Say what?) |
| I got a Jones for ya (Oh), for you, Naru, Naru, Naru, Naru |
| (I've got a Love Jones, I’ve got a Love Jones for ya) |
| (I've got a Love Jones, I’ve got a Love Jones for ya) I got a Love Jones |
| (I've got a Love Jones, I’ve got a Love Jones for ya) |
| (I've got a Love Jones, I’ve got a Love Jones for you) |
| I’ve got a Love Jones, yes I do (For you Naru) |
| For you Naru |