No
No Don't do me so
Excuse me Mr. Holder I come to tell
There's something bout your daughter like she not well
I thought was an angel that I was marrying
I now see the Lucy that she was hiding
Just like I love rum
This gyal love it too
She say she have no owner
Worse yet no curfew
As she done one fete, she wah go two more
Every time I turn me back
She spread out all on the floor
She love a bacchanal
She in every bacchanal
And the thing that I cannot take
People calling me just to say
Bacchanal all over the place for the carnival
She cause a scene, we business out on the road
And I don't give a damn we gon' whine down low
They thought was an angel that I was marrying
They didn't know that we both love the same thing
Like I love... this gyal love it too
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