the good red road

it ain't hard to adore ya, thread ya into my town, put your guard down, explore ya, and i'll always be around, i want to live in jamaica, yeah i wanna live in jamaica,hair down, how'd they get their nose,your hair down, i'm in love with an anchor, i can floss with her tail, she's the island above me, and i can tell, i can tell, when ya finally break my legs, and i can never leave the house again, then i'll finally love you