Music is my desire
I'm gonna set you're soul on fire! (Bumbaclat, hear!)
Sweet as a girl can be
She's lying in my bed right next to me
I'm dying of frustration
Night's not her time she says,
With a yawn as she turns around (It's a shame)
She burns like fire, she's cool as ice
Me want her back, and me tried all did I
And all you get to hear is "later"
She's a cold 'frigerator
A long for her booty when I grind in her mills
Wander thru her valley when I climb up her hills
all you get to hear is "later"
In the morning me should wake her
(Full surprise) fire inna di morning sun
All trough the night she cyant come
The girl is fire inna di morning sun
All trough the night she cyant come
When the light of the morning comes
It's 6 o'clock and right at the break of dawn
I'm tired and I'm sleeping
I can't believe what I see as I wake up from a heavy groan
She tear up me shirt in a very rude style
Buckle up me arm to the bed she a tie me
No way out, now she lift up her nightie
American girl is out for a ride
There is no regulator
And she's a rude navigator, me 'ave no choice
Fire inna di morning sun
All trough the night she cyant come
The girl is fire inna di morning sun
All trough the night she cyant come
The girl is fire inna di morning sun
All trough the night she cyant come
The girl is fire inna di morning sun
All trough the night she cyant come