For me and the woman, trample on glass and uproar
Give me the ache of me life, me no want feel no more
Tell the world it was so nice to bow, that I am sure
Nuff, nuff tender touch, me no want know how me rough
Put your hand on me body, make the goosebump get up
No out the flex, yes manifest, speak the language of the west
It will move us, move you back and up the ground, you a see me
Imagine if no we could share, a love would be rare
I'd never get enough of you