Hey there Rasta I dont know you, but I want too. Dress in your khaki suit you seem so cool. Hey there Rasta I don’t know you, But I will love to attend your Soul school. I want to learn what is to be loved, To know the touch of a mans hands You see I enrolled ina boys class They never completed my tasks. Hey there Rasta what is your sign? Come over here and feed me your line. Fill me with your sweet talk While we wine and dine. Teach me how to dance to your rhythm. Show me the steps, promise I will follow. Release me from these chains of sorrow And I will wake up with you tomorrow. Hey there Rasta, I don’t know your name. Come over here I not playing any games I need to be taken on a higher ground, You seem fit to wear that crown. Educate me in the ways of above, I will be your humble student You don’t have to be scared I will shield you with my love. Hey there Rasta, I need you Come on over, lets do this scene. You keep my nights warm And I will shelter you from any storm, What I need is healing I need to be taken to a place Where loving is given, I want to feel it crawl deep within When we create a new sin, When you touch my lower back I want my body to respond Like an addict without crack, Simple gestures I will accept Only if it is to keep me in check. Rasta you don’t have to be on me 24/7 I take it from 7 to 11 Along with five nights of sweet heaven, Hey there Rasta you don’t know me Trust me we will be