Call you on your phone and never come see you, darling I will never do that I'm roaming through the halls and asking people who be with you just to try to know where you at Yea wassup baby girl I'm just looking over this homework I really need some help

Is beating like a drum No never will I roam For I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing With the words I love you Rolling off my tongue Oh, the rhythm of my heart Light it up

The man I love Maybe I shall meet him Sunday Maybe Monday, maybe not Still I'm sure to meet him one day Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day He'll build a little home From which I'll never roam Who would, would you And so all else above