She's working on a tan Working on a tan Soaking up the sun Getting next to nothing done Chilling in a chair Flower in her hair Margarita in her hand She's sitting in the sand, She's got the focus

You weren't my curse Should you choose Into my arms come My love is better done To love anyone Anytime soon Then I save these words for you Thank you naivety for failing me again He was my next verse

Real tugs never forger the dump land Or where mi come from Real tugs never worry bout pagan Cause wi destiny done plan Some say we nah go live long The others seh a judgement road wi live pon A next set say mi sell my soul to satan Jah bless me fi shame

Don't let it go to waste, I love it but I hate the taste Weight keepin' me down Done done and I'm on to the next one Done done on to the next one All my life I've been searching for something Something never comes never leads to nothing Nothing satisfies