Jamaica sunshine Place called Jamaica, Looking for a place to have a perfect vacation, If you really wanna have some fun Or even a honeymoon I know the place to make the perfect reservation, Come let me take you there soon, yeah To a place called

In A Sentimental Mood I can see the stars come thru my room Is like a flame that lights the gloom On the wings of ev'ry kiss Drift a melody so strange and sweet In this sentimental bliss you make my Paradise complete Rose pearls seem to fall It's all

When we're crashing, let's have passion Boy, you've got my heart on overdrive I can't stop this feeling baby Only you can make me come alive Overdrive, overdrive Take a moment for yourself Get close with the lights down low You and I and no one else I

Bruk off you back Bruk off you, bruk off you Wah dis make you feel like do You fi bruk off you back Gal you know you got the glue Know you got the glue Know yuh got the gluuuee Come bruk off you back Come whine till you bruk off you back

That's what the blues is all about Oh you come home one eve'nin' To nothin' but the four walls And then ya find your phone been disconnected You can't even make no call Ya hung out for your baby, oh, an'she's not there You look in the closet, buddy,

Born to be wild Yeah Darlin' go make it happen Take the world in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into space Get your motor runnin' Head out on the highway Lookin' for adventure And whatever comes our way

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worry about those condoms, and way too numb, yeah It's way too drum, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, I need the heimlich Throw that to

I've become so numb Can I get an encore, do you want more Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waiting for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, make some noise Caught in

We can put the kettle on Girl, just come round mine tonight I've got wine and make-up wipes Talk 'bout how he's not the one But, I'm never gonna say I told you so Da-dum, da-dum How are you feeling, girlfriend?