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Come with me, baby, give me something irie
Me born and raise in the new york city
In the dance hall, on the dance hall, on the dance floor
We do the ragga dance mana
Ragga man, yes, it is a ragga man jam
People drinking champagne fun full of fashion
Pump it up, start to swing your body
While you listen to the music, jump up and party
Ragga this, ragga that and a rabba-dub style
Feeling okay, me feeling so irie
I'm a white man, I'm a white man
Ragga with me and get ready to dance man
Boom shakalak truly open your mind
I'm the white ragga man, baby, one of a kind
Ragga man, yes, gonna make my day
Open your mind, I'm your getaway
Getaway, getaway
You're my getaway
Get away, baby
I wanna break out
Get away, get away
You're my getaway
Get away, get away
Biribiribi, me feeling irie
Come back again with the sign of a party
On the party, I'm the dance man
Flipping around to the ragga man style
Drinking champagne full of fashion
Party people to the ragga dance mana
In the club man, on the dance floor
Everybody do the ragga dance mana
Get away, get away
You're my getaway
Get away, baby
I wanna break out
Get away, get away
You're my getaway
Get away, get way
I need you night and day
Baby, I need you
Yes, you're my getaway
Take it night, night and day
I wanna break up now
You're my getaway
I need you night and day
Get away, get away
Do it, do it, baby
Do it night and day
Do it, do it, baby
You're my getaway
Get away, get away
You're my getaway
Get away, baby
I wanna break out
Get away, get away
You're my getaway
Get away, get away
Get away, get away
You're my getaway
Get away, baby
I wanna break out
Get away, get away
You're my getaway
Get away, get away
WRITERS
James Smith, Joseph A. Bereal Jr.
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Bluewater Music Corp., Songtrust Ave
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