Lili Belle Calypso Blues: The Fall of a Kaiso Jamette.

Lili Belle Calypso Blues:
The Fall of a Kaiso Jamette

   He is wicked, an abuser
   Ah cussing ghetto dude
   check him in his Sunday rags
   He looks, smells, and talks fine
   Can charm the panties off any gal
   Innocent face, but Diablo's eyes
   But I am Lili Belle, Queen Jamette
   Put down the stickman, Cobo Jack
   No stickman then, no cockman now
   survive this Poui blessed by Diab.
   He is the Devil. Ah serpent.
   Well primed for la lut. But
   When man in evil meet Lili Belle
   Lili Belle from dust will rise.

   But, ah going crazy
   Lord, why ah goin' crazy
   Trapped in this perverse love
   The man is a liar
   An inveterate liar
   A recidivistic liar
   Every promise he makes
   Every promise bounce
   Like a rubber cheque.

   They say love is sickness
   Sneaky, waiting like a thief
   No escape. It go' catch you
   Try to run, it boomerangs
   Gets you in the eye, next corner.
   I've dumped many sweet talkers
   Lili Belle's no Kaisonian's fool
   From Jamaica down the Archipelago
   I have made my pursuers drool
   Then I met this daag taking a cruise
   Layed on his hands, succulent lips
   Crooned like a pimp, deep tones
   Ah shout! Oh maestro. O Maestro
   Play. Me na kan help meself.

   Yes sah, ah going crazy
   Lord ah goin craaazy
   Trapped in this cool love
   The man is a liar
   An inveterate liar

   A recidivistic liar
   Every promise he makes
   Every promise bounce
   Like a rubber cheque.

   Said he is a scholar.
   Lie. Failed Atabasca College
   But fus the man can chat
   Who could say he not a teacher
   Sent to spread the joy of love
   Not that I naive, don't know a scamp
   I've made vagabond Kaiso pretenders
   Confess love, beg me not to stop.
   But, oh the promises he makes
   The passion, the poetry in his voice
   When he lay on them hands, nice
   touching me softly, here, there,
   everywhere. Me shout out, Maestro
   Play. Meh can't help mehself.

   Oh God, ah going crazy
   Lord ah goin craaazy
   Trapped in ah sweat love
   The man is a liar
   An inveterate liar
   A recidivistic liar
   Every promise he makes
   Every promise bounce
   Like a rubber cheque.

   If was one lie, Is Ok.
   Even two lies, Cool
   But two, three, four. No
   Ah stupid to love this man
   Is not the odd cuff, now and then
   I know to slip a punch, duck