Junior - Jamaica

Belle of the sparkling ballrooms of Paris

And new Orleans

Kidnaped by a friend of her father’s

Away from the sweetness of her mother

Killer of the man who stripped her naked

And auctioned her

She cut his throat in a joyful moment

Now and then I tend to forget about the bad times

Is it me or life could be more fun sometimes

Downtown?

Rebel on a sweaty dusty wagon trail to Mexico

Gipsy swriling to the rhythm of the Flamenco

Mistress to the handsome renegade who took her out

Who needed her body, but not her love

Yes, sir, I hear that it’s a drag

Yes sir, your pain is mine

I understand you see

But don’t comprehend

I tend to forget you see

I try to make it plain

Because I’m still a junior

Girl, You must have learnt a lot from now

You’re not a men yet

I’m not a wife yet