Jamaica Junior Lyrics

Belle of the sparkling ballrooms of Paris
And new Orleans
Kidnaped by a friend of her father's
Away from the sweetness of her mother
Killer of the man who stripped her naked
And auctioned her
She cut his throat in a joyful moment
Now and then I tend to forget about the bad times
Is it me or life could be more fun sometimes
Downtown?
Rebel on a sweaty dusty wagon trail to Mexico
Gipsy swriling to the rhythm of the Flamenco Mistress to the handsome renegade who took her out
Who needed her body, but not her love
Yes, sir, I hear that it's a drag
Yes sir, your pain is mine
I understand you see
But don't comprehend
I tend to forget you see
I try to make it plain
Because I'm still a junior
Girl, You must have learnt a lot from now
You're not a men yet
I'm not a wife yet