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Let me run my fingers through your dred locks
Run them all over your body 'til your hollor stops
As in life they grow a high on high
Ooh! How I love a black man oh my my
Lay your body down to give yourself strength
As you walk through this world of confrontation
Rest your weary head and let me run my fingers through your dreds
( sing along part )
Let me run my fingers through your dred locks
And rub your body down
As I bathe my body in the sun
In the land where life began stands a man
One with nature with his head held high
He never questions why
Together we make the fruit of life
So I love and treat him right
HATA BİLDİR
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