Now this one is designed for eighteen and over
Over, said eighteen and over, over
Hey girl, won't you go home
Go home to your mamma, your mamma
Go home to your pappa, your pappa
You're too young to be my lover
To be say me lover, ooh
You must be eighteen and over
I've been checking you out
But you are too young girl
And a girl like you will
Cause worries into my world
'Cause if I pick you up girl
It's pain and misery for me
'Cause you're a girl that is so rude
As rude as can be, like boy
Go home to your mamma, your mamma
Go home to your pappa, your pappa
You're too young to be my lover, my lover
Not for me a lover
Ohhh eeeiiee
Talking to your sandra, sandra
Talking to your sherma, sherma
Or even marcia
Too young to be my lover ooh yeah
Girl, won't you go home
Go home to your mamma, your mamma
Go home to your pappa, your pappa
Check me two years later
Check me two years later ooh eeeeie
Soma dem a talk 'bout you
A di champion bubla, bubla
You a di champion bubla, bubla
But you're young to be my lover
Too young to be my lover
Too young to be my lover
So girl, wont you go home
Go home to your sister, your sister
Go home to your brother, your brother
And go home to you auntie, your auntie
Go home to your uncle, your uncle
I can't love you, woooii
I can't love you
Can't you see, you can't love me
You're too young, can't you see?
And your mamma won't agree
And your pappi don't want to see you
Loving me
Go home to your mamma, your mamma
Go home to your pappa, your pappa
Go home to your sister, your sister
You're too young to be my lover
Nananan lover, lover
Check me two years later, later
You're too young to be my lover
I talking to your sandra, sandra
Talking to your sherma, sherma
Or even marcia
Too young to be my lover (love)
Too young to be my lover, my lover
Too young to be my lover, my lover
I just cannot take over
I just cannot take over
