Letra de ' Premature ' de Toots And The Maytals

Let the girl go home
Let her go right home
She's under age
She's not fit for the picture
Let the girl go home
Let her go right home
She's under age
She's not fit for the picture
Only adults can go
To see the sweet conga show
She's the one little girl her mother ever had
I'm the one little son my father ever had
Let the girl go home
Let her go right home
She's under age
She's not fit for the picture
She's only fourteen
Going to fifteen
She's the one little girl her mother ever had
I'm the one little son my father ever had
I scare them through the prophecy brother Moses tell it to me
I scare them through the prophecy revelation rock it to me
Let the girl go home
Let her go right home
She's under age
She's not fit for the picture
Only adults can go
To see the sweet conga show
She's the one little girl her mother ever had
I'm the one little son my father ever had
Feel sorry for the premature
They're walking and singing and begging for more
Feel sorry for the premature
They're walking and singing and laughing for more
I scare them through the prophecy Moses tell it to me
I scare them through the prophecy revelation rock it to me
They say that children shall be having children
They say that children shall be having children
They say that children shall be having children
Children Children Children