Said, she's born to be wild and she can't be tamed
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And all she wants in life is fortune and fame
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So she keeps on moving, moving right along
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Even though she knows deep down inside
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She knows something is wrong
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Well, they no idle jubee dem couldn't cotch pon my pillow
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Weh a love man for Nike and a love man for Fila
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Dat's, dat's not the ways of anciento war gorilla
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Me rather den to save all my sarsaparilla
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Then on a lonesome breezy Sunday morning
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This maiden came to town, me have to blick a sound
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How she so cute and plus so sexy and so round
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Sunlight catch her skin and Lord it good from head to ground
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Next candidate me see who fit fi wear mi crown
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And such tender smiles amaze me
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The way that she looks Sunday night
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She should be having my baby, my baby
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The pleasure was all mine
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Like yesterday news it's only for a time
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Always on the go because she live a life, ah, crime
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She don't want no man fi mind it
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Di Muffin say dat he couldn't believe I was living so blindly
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Said, she's born to be wild and she can't be tamed
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And all she wants in life is fortune and fame
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So she keeps on moving, moving right along
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Even though she knows deep down inside
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She knows something is wrong
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Well, no shandy, strictly imported tequila
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Vintage brandy, skunk sensemilia
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Rubies and roses, diamond collar
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Never check me for a money, nor a penny, nor a dollar
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She can't go to London without visa
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Me can't build me spliff dem without rizzla
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Dem say, "Look out the door and you know di weather"
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Me start put two and two together
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First class flights and she drinks the most expensive wines
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When she can't maintain her lifestyle upon minimum wages
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She needs the coil
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And just like a stubborn mule, I would tell you that is all she's worth
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Well, tha smuggling and trafficking
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Of illegal substances is her line of work
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Me say a good woman ration
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Most of di gyal dem get so caught up inna fashion
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Love vanity, dem seem dem love it with a passion
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Start to used dem body for some dirty profession
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Seem like dem need spiritual supervision
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Ital craft and a ital vision
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Righteous path and a righteous decision
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Instead of the materialistic religion
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Else there's gonna be a crash course and collision
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Said, she's born to be wild and she can't be tamed
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And all she wants in life is fortune and fame
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So she keeps on moving, moving right along
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Even though she knows deep down inside
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She knows something was wrong
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Well, then it's all history
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Me go up on a ends fi chack a one jubilee
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Di way she rub me down and makin' me feel so nice
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Me say haffi left and go ah studio go voice
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Ariana, please stay home tonight
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Ariana, please don't take that flight
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Smuggling di drugs weh dem supply to di poor
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Destruction of my people, well, then she's got to go
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Tell her nah fi mix up inna those drugs before
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She said she want fi go up on a smuggling tour
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She missing gangsta parcel, dem say her skull fi bore
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She don't have all di dollars, weh fi ever the score
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But she wanna run her own drug store
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Well, she said she's born to be wild and she can't be tamed
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And all she wants in life is fortune and fame
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So she keeps on moving, moving right along
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Even though she knows deep down inside
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She knows something was wrong
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She's born to be wild and she can't be tamed
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And all she wants in life is fortune and fame
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So she keeps on moving, moving right along
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Even though she knows deep down inside
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She knows something was wrong
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Born To Be Wild
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Damian "Junior Gong" Marley |