Right by Her

I miss my woman, Like the bass miss that drum, I miss my lady, Like the blue skies miss that storm. 'Cause she is the captain of my navy, She always sails my ships through those troubled waters safely. I try to do right by her, Give her what she deserves, Be the spice to those herbs, And caress those curves. Like these reggae rhythms, She falls right into place, To the beat of my life, Her melodies always marinate. She keeps me swingin, From the branches, Of this life's romantics. No matter my antics, I got so many antics, My questions and concerns she always answers.