Third World Girl
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Sitting down see the flowerOn the window tops and the mountainSee the rain and the warm lit sunOn the beach's sandComes a man with a plan to renew the worldUp in rasta land, hungry boys and girlsHe lived up to his partAnd he died with a cause in his heart
Jamaica special loveOh Lord, oh LordOh Lord, oh Lord, oh LordOh Lord, oh LordSpecial love, listen
Oh baby, ohh, Jamaica ladyOhh, Jamaica girlOhh, Jamaica ladyOhh, Jamaica girlYou be my first, my secondMy third world girl
You be my first, my secondMy third world girlOhh, Jamaica ladyOhh, Jamaica girl
You be my first, my secondMy third world girlMy first, my secondMy third world girl
Peas and rice, they awful niceBut not as nice as youPeas and rice, they awful niceBut not as nice as youPeas and rice, they awful niceBut not as nice as you