Musical Feast

Love is contagious
People look for contact
Black I, yeah

If you ever change your mind (Oh yes)
About leaving, leaving me behind (Oh no)

Pack up your jambles, your whole kit-bag, baby girl, and smile
Come to check out mi style because I'm so versatile
Well, linger down a while (Yeah, you know)
Got to bring all your sweet lovin' on home to me
Baby, make me feel free
If you travel to a war, or even to Greece
And all I look for love and no war and whole lot of peace
I tell you, baby girl
Well, no bomb or musical feast

Wealth, and money too
That ain't all, that ain't all I'll do for you (Oh-oh-oh)

Jewellery, expensive wardrobe, authentic car scene
I tell you, baby, you got to meet the scene
Cosmetic yellow
Because I love you and I'm very, very sure
Stiff client, will keep on coming through the door
You can never wrong or get me right
Baby, 'cause I love you, I can go with you through blinding night
I say, bring it on home
Baby, no more will you roam
Baby, gonna sing, now bring it on home
Bring it on home to I
I know that you look so shy now, baby
Never you believe in lack of esteem
Because, I'm the honest country, baby
Strictly rankers

Oh-oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet loving

Puffing stews that come out of a love
Because I love you so and I want the world to know
Baby girl, I love you so, so, so, so and so
For love is the game, I will always echo your name
I love you so, sugar boo there
I need something rosy-rosy, posey on my dozy-dozy-dozy there
Bring your sweet lovin' on home to I
I know that you look so shy, gonna reach for the sky
I'll drip-drip you dry, baby, tell you no lie

Never change your mind (Never)
About leaving, leaving me behind (Hey)

And I woulda told you up to little mistake
Scalding through the fields, fashion wise, I tell you
Baby girl, you got to realize that
I tell you, this kind of sound's got you hypnotized
I've got to bring you love on home to me
Tropically calm and breezy, dance to do what the woman do
Baby girl, I never-never make you blue
Neither would I turn my back on you
I tell you, baby, lovey-dovey-dovey-dovey sister-sister lovey
Yes, sugar on the dovey
I play this rhythm track with sugar on the scrum it
When I tick a tock, I know you gonna love it
Cah, the Truman kisses do a favour
Baby girl, send your crotches on home to me