Look 'pon your gut, it favor spoilt jack fruit
I said to come, come, come here, pickney gal, come here
Come here, girl, pickney gal, come here
Where you think you're running to?
How could you say, I'm not speaking the truth?
How could you say that I'm not real?
I said, "Come, come, come here, girl, pickney gal, come here"
Look 'pon your face, it favor turn cornmeal
I said, "Come, come, come here babe, pickney gal, come here"
How could you say, I'm not speaking the truth?
Come here, pickney gal, come here
Look 'pon your gut, it favor spoilt jack fruit
Where you think you're running to?
I said to come here, girl, pickney gal, come here
Where you think you're running to?
Look 'pon your face, it favor turn cornmeal
How could you say that I'm not real?
Come here, come here, girl, pickney gal, come here
Come here, gal, pickney gal, come here
Where you think you're running to?
Come here, pickney gal, come here
Where you think you're running to?
