Put It On

Put it on, put it on, put it on
Take it off, take it off, take it off
Put it on, put it on, put it on
Take it off, take it off, take it off
He’s got the magic stick but a gyal wouldn’t know
From a now a extent cyaa talk bout
Mi man jack stick and how inch fi fit
Sweet but hot and spicy to the bone
How him dweet a would a don’t know
But him meck mi whole body tremble
Weak to mi toes
More time mi waan fi seh stop
But mi tough it out like a champion
Yo know mi a pro
My man is gifted
He just, just does it right
I can’t wait to go home and just work it all night
He’s got that good oh, good oh
That’s drive me crazy
He blows my mind everytime
Oh yeah my baby
Rude bwoy bless wid the style, and stamina, and vigor
How yo wine suh bad like what the heck go figure
Seh yuh would a be my position
Mi Hurcileas, mi Spider Man, mi mister trojan
Hey yo got mi turn fool but mi a hold mi composure
Waan come push yo weh but then mi a draw yo closer
Yo like a mag yeh mi just cyaa resist
The way yo hug mi up and love mi up
And gi sexy kiss