| And she didn’t know how to tell him
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| She was in love with a Rasta man
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| Fire was burnin' and burning
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| To let out what she was holding in
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| And she didn’t know how to tell him
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| She was in love with a Rasta man
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| Fire was burnin' and burning
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| To let out what she was holding in
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| I know her story before she say it
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| Daddy just want her cooperate
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| Find somebody that’s corporate
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| Suit and tie more appropriate (cha)
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| Him say him naa make him daughter stray
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| But Reggae music she start fi play it
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| Ital food when she sort her plate
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| Militant yute wah she want fi date
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| And that is what she need
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| Marcus Garvey she start fi read
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| Hair stop comb and it start look neat
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| So him want keep her off the street from who she with
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| And that be me
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| More than a natty head is what she see
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| No lovers leap is not for me
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| And she nuh waa keep it a secret
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| But she can’t tell him who she sleep with
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| She didn’t know how to tell him
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| She was in love with a Rasta man
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| Fire was burnin' and burning
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| To let out what she was holding in
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| And she didn’t know how to tell him
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| She was in love with a Rasta man
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| Fire was burnin' and burning
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| To let out what she was holding in
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| And she wants to be free
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| From all this captivity (cha)
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| So she’ll be who she will be
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| They can’t tell her who she need
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| They can’t tell her who she want, who she can’t
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| She talk her owner chant, chart her owner path
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| And follow her owner heart
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| Call me over her own apartment
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| Now as I answer the phone that’s the tone she start with
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| She know say she don’t fi part with
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| One like I even though so much impart it
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| So she haffi do her owner thing
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| Cause she can never live life for them
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| Knowing that she would look back when
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| To the time weh she couldn’t explain to him cause then
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| And she didn’t know how to tell him
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| She was in love with a Rasta man
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| Fire was burnin' and burning
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| To let out what she was holding in
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| And she didn’t know how to tell him
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| She was in love with a Rasta man
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| Fire was burnin' and burning
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| To let out what she was holding in |