You're my Miss Jamaica My Miss Jamaica I'm crowning you myself Although you may not have such a fabulous shape To suit the rest of the world But you do suit me and that's all I want to know I need not know nothing more Roses are red, violets are blue

Just call on me and I'll send it along With love, from me to you If there's anything that you want If there's anything I can do Da da da, da da dumb dumb da I've got arms that long to hold you And keep you by my side I've got lips that long to kiss you

Time is on my side, yes it is You'll come runnin' back to me, yeah Time, time, time is on my side, yes it is, I said Now you all were saying that you want to be free But you'll come runnin' back (I said you would baby) You'll come runnin' back (like I

I want you to be the one that's on my mind On my mind, on my mind I want you to be there on a Monday night Tuesday night, every night Are you gonna be the one that's on my mind? 3-6-5, all the time I want you to be the one to stay And give me the night

Do I want to? Twist my arm Yeah do I want to, with all that charm? Do I want to, with all that charm? There she blows, Jacques Cousteau Hear her sing so sweet and low Lull me overboard, out cold Gathered in and swallowed whole You just hit me where I

You're a waterfall washing over me I'm a thirsty man let me drink you in I am on my way You're a mountain top When I reach for you Your love lifts me up And all that I want is to be Where you are There you are standing strong

Be drop dead cynical Welcome to the new world Open up the gates of paradise So let's get cynical Run into a new maze Open up your minds And soon we'll all I hope to thrill you that expectations rise I want to bring you so that you can compromise

I want to scream "I love you" from the top of my lungs But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me You can only blame your problems on the world for so long Before it all becomes the same old song As soon as we hit the hospital I know we're gonna leave

I want you, I want you, I ain't trippin' 'bout a damn thing I ain't trippin' 'bout a damn thing And I won't fall, till I get it Till I get it, oh And I won't fall And I won't fall, till I get it, oh Yeah, and I won’t fall All these pictures that we taken

Yeah-eah-eah-eah And I say yeah-eah They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest They got their hands at my neck this time But you're the one that I want, if that's really so wrong Then they don't know what this feeling is like I'll tell