Caribbean Queen
Caribbean queen, there's no little left for me
I don't grow on trees or fish out the sea
I play in the street to escape my enemy
Sometimes I might find a girl to call all mine
Caribbean queen, your voice sounds so sweet and clear
I wish you were here
If I could fly you'd be in my bed tonight
The anger of the street makes the traffic seem so meek
Cool breeze blow, sounds the name you give to Joe
Baby, baby
Caribbean boy, there's no little hood for me
I don't climb trees and I won't fish out the sea
I play in the street to escape my enemy
Sometimes I might find a boy to call all mine
Caribbean boy, your voice sounds so clear
I wish you were here If I could fly you'd be in my bed tonight
The anger of the street makes the trumpet seem so meek
Cool breeze blow, sounds for me to give to Joe
Baby (baby)
Baby (baby)
Baby
Baby (oh Baby)
Caribbean queen (caribbean boy)
Caribbean queen (caribbean boy)
Caribbean queen (caribbean boy)
Caribbean queen (caribbean boy)
Autor(es): DOUG BLUNT