It's A Fine Line Between

Back To My Childhood Where Those Monsters Reside. They Snack On Innocence And Dine On Self Esteem.

Be Yourself, Be Pleasant, Play Hard And Have No Regrets.

I've Got A Caribbean Soul I Can Barely Control, And Some Texas Hidden Here In My Heart!

Come Back, Come Back, Back To Jamaica Don't You Know We Made A Big Mistaika We Would Be So Sad If You Told Us Goodbye And We Promise Not To Shoot You Out Of The Sky!

With You, I Would Walk Anywhere