Now this one is designed for eighteen and over

Over, said eighteen and over, over

Hey girl, won′t you go home

Go home to your mamma, your mamma

Go home to your pappa, your pappa

You're too young to be my lover

To be say me lover, ooh

You must be eighteen and over

I′ve been checking you out

But you are too young girl

And a girl like you will

Cause worries into my world

'Cause if I pick you up girl

It's pain and misery for me

′Cause you′re a girl that is so rude

As rude as can be, like boy

Go home to your mamma, your mamma

Go home to your pappa, your pappa

You're too young to be my lover, my lover

Not for me a lover

Ohhh eeeiiee

Talking to your sandra, sandra

Talking to your sherma, sherma

Or even marcia

Too young to be my lover ooh yeah

Girl, won′t you go home

Go home to your mamma, your mamma

Go home to your pappa, your pappa

Check me two years later

Check me two years later ooh eeeeie

Soma dem a talk 'bout you

A di champion bubla, bubla

You a di champion bubla, bubla

But you′re young to be my lover

Too young to be my lover

Too young to be my lover

So girl, wont you go home

Go home to your sister, your sister

Go home to your brother, your brother

And go home to you auntie, your auntie

Go home to your uncle, your uncle

I can't love you, woooii

I can′t love you

Can't you see, you can't love me

You′re too young, can′t you see?

And your mamma won't agree

And your pappi don′t want to see you

Loving me

Go home to your mamma, your mamma

Go home to your pappa, your pappa

Go home to your sister, your sister

You're too young to be my lover

Nananan lover, lover

Check me two years later, later

You′re too young to be my lover

I talking to your sandra, sandra

Talking to your sherma, sherma

Or even marcia

Too young to be my lover (love)

Too young to be my lover, my lover

Too young to be my lover, my lover

I just cannot take over

I just cannot take over