INTRO      I Jr.Gong long side Yami Bolo   Come to tell you a little story about the girl next door   Certain tings can happen but she will never know   Unless she come ah di Rasta man stage show   I Jr.Gong man have the love connection   Come fi sail like a big boat across the ocean   So come and get yourself inna di love motion   You have di Rastaman wid di love potion      CHORUS (Yami Bolo)      She needs my love   She said she needs my love   She need my love   She said she need Jah love      CHORUS (Yami Bolo)      She is a girlfriend    She live next door   I think I've seen her    That face before   Her memories can't   Erase from my mind   I love ya angel   One of a kind      VERSE      Well den she see me and she ball out    YO !! Jr.Gong   Di searching shall end   Where the searching begun   She need a bed room bully   Who's a real rangatan   She love me like how black yankee   Love Farrakhan   Well she's very impressed   With the youngest veteran   She started realizing    There's no better man   Now when time rain a fall   I become di weather man   Performing every one of   Her stage show dem fi long   I beg ya pardon deh   Miss kinky walking   Bright like sunlight   When me glimpse you dis morning   Come down to night    You ah mi moon shine darling   Mash up mi head   All when ah you mi eye balling   Ready fi di hundred   With out no stalling   Ince comes the youngest   Signal and warning   Big trampoline    For di bedroom brawling   Cause she's not just   Good she's appalling    Her performances   Deserve applauding      CHORUS      Precious trinket      Tell her fi link it   Me nah sink it   To piece and bit   When it come down to loving   It's a perfect fit   Whole heap ah more loving   And we just nah quit   She can't tek the vibe   Of Babylon dem spirit   Straight up loving   And ah nah no bull   Ah Rastafari bless her   With di ting she have   She have all right reserve   Fi she galang bad   Fresher than a vegetable   Inna mi market bag   Any time she come link up me ends   Me glad   Well ah she a get di money   And a spend di wad   Cuase me know the chumpas   Will not be squandered   She mek me start sing   Some Ray Charles ballad   Cause the style of the loving   Is not just a fad      VERSE (Yami Bolo)      She need a lover    To hug and squeeze her tight   She need a man to    Come home at night   But he's always working   That's what she say   I had to tell her   Go home and pray      CHORUS      VERSE (repeat vs. #1)       Ha§aN