Born to reggae
You hear her voice everywhere,
Taking the chair
She's a leading lady.
And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going head over heels,
Breaking her way, pushing through unknown jungles every day.
She's a girl with a taste for the world
The world is like a playing-ground where she goes rushing head over heels,
Setting the pace, running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace.
She's extreme, if you know what I mean
She's just one of those who always has to do whatever she please,
And she goes head over heels (c)
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