Body shape like hourglass, been through the hands of time

Her movements tell the story, she a walking pantomime

JAH KNO baby, youre the truth but shes stuck in denial

Wan put her in a shining position, you can be my sundial

She start to Tic Toc, make hood str8 like 6 oclock

Lightning fast grind, di wuk put her in shock

But dis anuh quickie medz, she a beg mi slow down

King of her mighty temple, might as well gimme di crown

Shower her with good lovin, both bathed in sweat

Pleasure reaching new heights, call me her private jet

A history of bad flings but a new era commence

Gift her the present of a new future, no more talk in past tense

Every ring of the alarm, this face she see in the days prime

Midday to midnight, she go through these hands of time