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Gregory Isaacs

I really wanna know right now I know you wasn't around When I was leaving myself Yet you seat back and relax And you took all the wealth Is it material

She dobbie, dobbie, dobbie, do, yeah Don't break your promise, no, girl That you once made to me Don't ever use me as you tool 'Cause promise is a comfort

Red rose for Gregory A special delivery with question signs From whom I don't know Red roses for me, a token of love in secrecy Maybe it's coming from

Now I may not be familiar with your language But I sure would like to cross over your bridge Said I may not dress in style as the men in your town do

Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha She was seeking for some vacancy Said she wanna be my secretary She never pass her GCE, no But she said she wanna work for me She

Rumours dem spreadin' Claim that a sensee me plantin' But I man a de Don ina de jugglin' A pure rumours a gwaan (Rumours a gwaan) Please Mr. Officer,

Don't keep it up, don't keep it up Thief a man, you're just a part of Babylon's plan Thief a man, you even steal a Rastaman Hear me, I ain't no junkie

sick 'Cause there must be something she can do This heart is broken in two Tell her it's a case of emergency There's a patient by the name of Gregory

I gave her back the key to her front door 'cause it seems she didn't care about me anymore I gave her all the love I had and she spilled it, yeah