Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder She Wrote, artist - Sly & Robbie. Date of issue: 31.12.1991
Song language: English
Murder She Wrote |
| Now this one dedicated to the girls them with the angel face and the devil heart |
| You know say Ragamuffin Chaka Demus and youth called Pliers |
| Come to deal with the case |
| Step up my youth, Hear this! |
| I know this little girl, her name is Maxine |
| Her beauty is like a bunch of rose |
| If I ever tell you about Maxine |
| You only say I don’t know what I know, but |
| Murder she wrote (For real, for real) |
| Murder she wrote |
| Murder she wrote |
| Murder she wrote |
| Watch ya now, it name |
| Ah pretty face and bad character |
| Them there kind of livin' can’t hold Chaka (Follow me!) |
| Ah pretty face and bad character |
| Them there kind of livin' can’t hold Chaka |
| Say, gyal you’re pretty |
| Your face, it pretty |
| But your character dirty |
| Girl, you just act too flirty-flirty |
| You run to Tom, Dick, an also Harry |
| An when you find your mistake |
| You talk 'bout you’re sorry, sorry, sorry (Come now!) |
| Have her cruise the corner where she jooks an where she jam |
| She know about Lou, Crack an every money man |
| Make love to the Coolie, Chiney, White Man and Indian |
| The wickedest kind a girl whey Mr. Pliers buk upon |
| I know this little girl, her name is Maxine |
| Her beauty is like a bunch of rose |
| But If I ever tell you about Maxine |
| You only say I don’t know what I know, but |
| Murder she wrote (For real, for real) |
| Murder she wrote |
| Murder she wrote |
| Murder she wrote |
| Watch here now, standstill |
| You nah pay me light bill |
| If you test the ragamuffin |
| Girl ya goin' get kill |
| Girl keep 'way |
| Cause you ah crebbie crebbie |
| And the lyrics weh me talk, a it mi DJ |
| Girl come out |
| Because you nah shack out |
| And when you hear the Ragamuffin |
| You haffi jump and shout |
| Nuh touch me gate |
| You nah pay my water rate |
| Because great is great, great can’t underrate |
| Follow me! |
| Your pretty face and bad character |
| Them there kind of livin' can’t hold Chaka (Follow me!) |
| Your pretty face and bad character |
| Them there kind of livin' can’t hold Chaka |
| Say, gyal you’re pretty |
| Your face, it pretty |
| But your character dirty |
| Girl, you just act too flirty-flirty |
| You run to Tom, Dick, an also Harry |
| An when you find your mistake |
| You talk 'bout you’re sorry, sorry, sorry |
| Now every middle of the year this girl go have abortion |
| For the coolie, White Man, Indian, no seeking an infant |
| An just the other day me see her six months pregnant |
| Now she up an switch her girl with another baby in a pram |
| I heard about this girl, her name is Maxine |
| Her beauty is like a bunch of rose |
| But if I ever tell you about Maxine |
| You only say I don’t know what I know, but |
| Murder she wrote |
| Murder she wrote |
| Murder she wrote, nah, nah, nah |
| Murder she wrote |
| Excuse me! |
| Girl me never know me never know you so you stray |
| Ragamuffin Chaka Demus come fi flash it same way |
| Woah, woah (Follow me!) |
| Ah pretty face and bad character |
| Them there kind of livin' can’t hold Chaka (Follow me!) |
| Ah pretty face and bad character |
| Them there kind of livin' can’t hold Chaka |
| Say, gyal you’re pretty |
| Your face, it pretty |
| But your character dirty |
| Girl, you just act too flirty-flirty |
| You run to Tom, Dick, an also Harry |
| An when you find your mistake |
| You talk 'bout you’re sorry, sorry, sorry (Come now!) |
| The girl a pose an' a brag how she look sexy |
| All she worship is pure vanity |
| The girl a pose an' a brag how she a look ready |
| When she wash her clothes it dirty |
| Girl you no ready if you can’t cook for me |
| Girl you no ready if you can’t wash for me |
| Girl you no ready if you know you’re flirty-flirty |
| (Follow me!) |
| Your pretty face and bad character |
| Them there kind of livin' can’t hold Chaka |
| (Murder she wrote, Murder she wrote) |
| Your pretty face and bad character (Murder she wrote, Murder she wrote) |
| Them there kind of livin' can’t (Murder she wrote) hold Chaka |
| So stand still (Murder she wrote na na na) |
| You no pay me light bill |
| An if you tes di ragamuffin (Murder she wrote) |
| Gal ya gwan get kill |
| Gal keep 'way |
| Cause you ah crebbie crebbie |
| And the limits to me talk of if me DJ |
| Girl come out Because you nah shack out |
| Now when you hear the ragamuffin |
| You haffi jump and shout |
| Now touch me gate |
| You now pay my water rate |
| Because great is great, great can’t underrate (Come down) |
| I know this little girl, her name is Maxine |
| Her beauty is like a bunch of rose |
| But If I ever tell you about Maxine |
| You only say I don’t know what I know |