| When love, takes me over
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| It’s paradise
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| When love, takes me over
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| It’s always nice
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| Touch pon di ends and a incense, herbs and oils
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| Scrapbook newspaper, clippings and files
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| A view of di countryside remind me of nine miles
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| Where di trees are green and di people smile
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| After few water crackers and some warm milo tea
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| Rub massage home made coco butter skin cream
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| Interior design of Ights gold and green
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| And the vibes are pure and the thoughts are clean
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| She collect her own dividends weekly
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| So mi know ah no money mek she seek me
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| Cool me down and tie mi knotty dem neatly
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| Draw close while whispering sweetly
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| Mi teach her each and everytime that she link me
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| We haffi bun a five bills bag a stinky
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| True she roots and culture she win me
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| I even had to introduce her to Cindy
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| When love, takes me over
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| It’s paradise
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| When love, takes me over
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| It’s always nice
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| Well I was sitting by an open fire place
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| In my flavorite dungarees
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| I play a few strums upon my guitar
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| And it sounds so good to me, woah
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| Big skunky blunt a blaze and plus
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| My flavorite stooks beside me
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| I glance over just so I could see her
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| But my locks got in the way
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| Cool breeze a blow thru the weeping willow
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| She always leave a fragrance on my pillow
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| When I’m ready she will always follow
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| Me to the place of my old sleepy hollow
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| Soft silky voice is so sacred and hollow
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| Cause out spoken noisy streams run shallow
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| Reach to the stars when I launch the Apollo
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| Could a land up ah Sao Paulo
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| When love, takes me over
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| It’s paradise
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| When love, takes me over
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| It’s always nice
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| When love, takes me over
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| It’s paradise
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| When love, takes me over
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| It’s always nice |