She left and took my pillowcase She went to another hut and doesn't want to come back To hear me play rock and reggae
Rock and reggae, rock and reggae, rock and reggae She was mean, she tore up my letters She burned our photos, now she doesn't care Will she come back to listen to rock and reggae?
I planted too many flowers in that old garden of ours I cultivated them for you and you don't even care And you don't even care Will she come back to listen to rock and reggae? Rock and reggae, rock and reggae, rock and reggae
