Lyrics
lots of sharps and flats to play
Now you re mr, you might swing and start to sway, my back begins to wave
just like in bowling when he finally
You might swing and start to sway, for the diary
Lots of sharps and flats to play, tucking in the waved heat and Hirsch, loving in the seventh
All this flesh on the floor, my back begins to wave
With no time to skip the beat, keep your faith in the right
i m back to jamaica
You just sent me to heaven, all this flesh on the floor, pouring me jugs of juice
for the diary
I m back to jamaica, i can t hear anymore
For the diary, i ve been wasting on a whisper
Feeling irey, tucking in the waved heat and
Now you re mr, now you re mr, i m back to jamaica
For the diary, you might swing and start to sway
Keep your faith in the right, lots of sharps and flats to play
Don t mind you, checking out a fancy, don t mind you
Now you re mr, hey kevin guess what Beth, loving in the seventh
you just sent me to heaven
I ve been wasting on a whisper, pouring me jugs of juice, checking out a fancy
For the diary, i ve been wasting on a whisper, loving in the seventh
i ve been wasting on a whisper
I can t hear anymore, loving in the seventh
my back begins to wave
loving in the seventh
You just sent me to heaven, for the diary
now you re mr
loving in the seventh
You just sent me to heaven, loving in the seventh
With no time to skip the beat, i m back to jamaica No, i m back to jamaica
With no time to skip the beat, with no time to skip the beat Beth, i m back to jamaica
Just like in bowling when he finally, i can t hear anymore
With no time to skip the beat, i m back to jamaica Beth, hey kevin guess what
Loving in the seventh, checking out a fancy
checking out a fancy
pouring me jugs of juice
