Murder She Wrote

Chaka Demus]
Now this one dedicated to the girls
them with the angel face and the devil heart
You know say Ragamuffin Chaka Demus and youth called Pliers
Come to deal with the case
Step up my youth, Hear this!

1: Pliers]
I know this little girl, her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose
If I ever tell you about Maxine
You only say I don't know what I know (but)
Murder she wrote (for real, for real)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
2: Chaka Demus]
Watch ya now, it name
Ah pretty face and bad character
Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka (follow me!)
Ah pretty face and bad character
Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka
Say, gyal you're pretty
Your face, it pretty
But your character dirty
Girl you just act too flirty flirty
You run to Tom, Dick, an also Harry
An when you find your mistake
You talk 'bout you're sorry, sorry, sorry (Come now!)

1: Pliers]
Have her cruise the corner where she jooks an where she jam
She know about Lou, Crack an every money man
Make love to the Coolie, Chiney, White Man and Indian
The wickedest kind a girl whey Mr. Pliers buk upon

1: Pliers]
I know this little girl, her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose
But If I ever tell you about Maxine
You only say I don't know what I know (but)
Murder she wrote (for real, for real)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote

2: Chaka Demus]
Watch here now, stand still
You nah pay me light bill
If you test the ragamuffin
Girl ya goin' get kill
Girl keep 'way
Cause you ah crebbie crebbie
And the lyrics weh me talk, a it mi DJ
Girl come out
Because you nah shack out
And when you hear the Ragamuffin
You haffi jump and shout
Nuh touch me gate
You nah pay my water rate
Because great is great, Great can't underrate
2: Chaka Demus]
Follow me!
Your pretty face and bad character
Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka (follow me!)
Your pretty face and bad character
Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka
Say, gyal you're pretty
Your face, it pretty
But your character dirty
Girl you just act too flirty flirty
You run to Tom, Dick, an also Harry
An when you find your mistake
You talk 'bout you're sorry, sorry, sorry (Come now!)

Now every middle of the year this girl go have abortion
For the coolie, White Man, Indian, no seeking an infant
An just the other day me see her six months pregnant
Now she up an switch her girl with another baby in a pram

1: Pliers]
I know this little girl, her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose
But If I ever tell you about Maxine
You only say I don't know what I know (but)
Murder she wrote (for real, for real)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote