They call me black beauty
A Jamaican black beauty
women sometimes stare,
Men holla and whistle,
My skin is of brown chocolate
Because the sun smiled at it,
My curves captivates them,
For I'm a Jamaican beauty,
An Island black beauty,
But am more than meets the eye,
I've got potential I've got aspirations,
I've got many ambitions to fulfil,
I use my God given intelligence,
I use my voice to get what I want,
So every time you see me and go wow
Isn't she something to look at,
Just remember that fine am I
But I'm more than meets the eye.
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