Third shade of blue. The sky and you. Like the rain over the sea Third shade of red. The lover's bed. Crimson blood and rose Third shade of green is all that you feel. Just like my love. But
now, I feel sorrow. As friendship turns stale. Our love's still on track but. Without a third rail The moon has come up now. The sun has gone down. A million or more times. Since you've been
lady. Ohh, Jamaica girl. Ohh, Jamaica lady. Ohh, Jamaica girl You be my first, my second. My third world girl. My first, my second. My third world girl Ohh, Jamaica lady. Ohh, Jamaica girl You be
Johnny's playroom. Is a bunker filled with sand. He's become a third world man. Smoky sunday. He's been mobilized since dawn. Now he's crouching on the lawn. He's a third world man Soon you'll
happy. Without any plan. But now I feel sorrow. As friendship turns stale. Our love's still on track but. Without a third rail. The moon has come up now. The sun has gone down. A million or more
happy. Without any plan. But now I feel sorrow. As friendship turns stale. Our love's still on track but. Without a third rail. The moon has come up now. The sun has gone down. A million or more
Girl. Oh, Jamaica Lady. Oh, Jamiaca Girl. Oh, Jamaica Lady. Oh, Jamaica Girl. Oh, oh, baby. You be my first, my second, my third world girl. Peas and rice. They are awful nice. But not as nice
