Текст песни Mi Believe/Summer Holiday - Yellowman

Mi believe good loving wey me need
Mi believe good loving wey me need
Mi believe good loving wey me need

Caw when it come to girls I get them with ease No bumping no boring I don't get no quease
The higher the mountain the cooler the breeze
The Younger the couple the tighter the squeeze

Mi believe good loving wey me need...

Roses are red my love and violets are blue
Sugar is sweet my love but not as sweet as you

Mi believe good loving wey me need...

Caw we are going on a summer holiday
Wid you want to go with me
We going to London and New York city
And even the place a Miami
Caw we are going on a summer holiday
Wid you want to go with me
We going to London and New York city
Do you want to go Rosie

Caw every mickle mek a muckle every muckle mek a mickle*
Ya never know Yellow could mek a good couple
The higher the mountain the cooler the breeze
The Younger the couple the tighter the squeeze

Mi believe good loving wey me need...

If all de girls shoulda be cross the sea
All de girls shoulda be cross the sea
What a great swimmer Yellowman would be
What a great swimmer Yellowman would be

My ink is pale my pen is dry
My love for you it will never never die
I love you til the well run dry
I love you til the stars stop shine
Caw you's a one of a kind I mek you mine

Caw we are going on a summer holiday
Wid you want to go with me
We going to London and New York city
Will you want to go Rosie

Caw we are going on a summer holiday
Wid you want to go with me
We going to London and New York city
Will you want to go Rosie

Mi believe good loving wey me need...

I coming and I coming and I coming on strong
You never know Yellow be your husband
If I'm right I can't be wrong
Caw Yellowman come to sing this song

We are going on a summer holiday
Wid you want to go with me
We going to London and New York city
Are you coming with me Rosie

We are going on a summer holiday
Wid you want to go with me
We going to London and New York city
Will you want to go Rosie

Mi believe good loving wey me need...

Roses are red my love and violets are blue
Sugar is sweet my love but not as sweet as you