She come fi blaze up the fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
Turn up the them pura ture higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher
Roll yuh waistline like a tire, tire
And you every man a admire
And you dem a hail pain the streets as the whining Messiah siah, siah, siah, siah, siah, siah oh no

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