As a Jamaican ooman I would like to tink,
There is a Jamaican man who nah go mek mi boat sink;
Him will tek mi by di hand and lead di way,
An won’t run from di danger, him lef mi fi face;
Carry mi to di four corners of di world,
Tell mi every day, I’m his pearl;
Breakfast inna bed would be sublime,
Call mi a di office all di time;
Brag and boast to him frien dem,
How mi rice and peas, mek him waan go a heaven;
Valentine’s Day mi nuh afi ask,
Cause mi knuh mi will get flowers inna vase;
Chocolate and perfume, diamonds and second honeymoon,
Him will brandish him love to mi, an mek mi swoon;
Nuh tink mi nah go treat him well,
Aromatherapy and massage, like maid pon bell;
Love him, consol him and tell him di truth;
When we argue an fight or nuh inna good mood;
Treat him as I would mi savior,
Act like school picknie pon dem best behaviour;
Romance and passion will always be,
Like di fuss day him lay eye pon me;
Tank pupa Jesus every day,
Kneel down a di bedside, hol hand and pray;
Attend church very regular,
Mi di deaconess and him di minister;
Through trials and troubles we will swim
Just so long as we cherish di love within.