Theyre talkin', talkin about Molly. Shes cryin', isnt it funny. I turned her without any money Shes 28 years old tonight. I told her not to fear, its all very right She listened and came to my
0-0-7. 0-0-7. At ocean eleven. And now rudeboys have a go wail. 'Cause them out of jail. Rudeboys cannot fail. 'Cause them must get bail Dem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail. A Shanty Town
?. And why are the crowds so damn green?. I lost my mind on the streets of the city. And maybe I lost all hope too. Took 28 years of blood pumping through me. To get to this evening with you. How lucky are
