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My ladies! HA, HA, HA, HA You know you gotta run away With me to the islands HA! Oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa My sugar cane Oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa SUGARCANE She said she's tired of the city life Says she wants a simple life Tell me she she need me Want to settle down and be my wife Duce her to the island life She says it everything that she likes We bought some fruits from the fruit stand Roots from the roots man Coconut water well we get it from the jelly man She had a piece of my sugarcane From then she hasn't been the same She says No bright lights no fame HEY! Caviar or champagne She wanna be a plain old jane She likes the taste of my sugar cane It ain't hard to explain How this girl rocks my brain She likes being a plain old jane She likes the taste of my sugar cane Oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa She likes the taste of my sugar cane Girl there ain't no substitute Don't you worry about the loot Wanna be a mommy ripe and ready for a couple youths Forever on this island cruise Tell me baby how can we lose? She love the ackee and the salt fish Yam from the market Sweet cocoa tea or some real hot chocolate But when she taste my sugar cane from then she hasn't been the same She says No bright lights no fame HEY! Caviar or champagne She wanna be a plain old jane She likes the taste of my sugar cane It ain't hard to explain How this girl rocks my brain She likes being a plain old jane She likes the taste of my sugar cane Oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa She likes the taste of my sugar cane She says No bright lights no fame HEY! Caviar or champagne She wanna be a plain old jane She likes the taste of my sugar cane It ain't hard to explain How this girl rocks my brain She likes being a plain old jane She likes the taste of my sugar cane Oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa She likes the taste of my sugar cane Oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa She likes the taste of my sugar cane
Writer(s): Orville Burrell, Andre Oneil Fennell, Tracy Donnell Randall, Sheldon M. Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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