She left and took my pillowcase
She went to another hut and doesn't want to come back
To hear me play rock and reggae

Rock and reggae, rock and reggae, rock and reggae
She was mean, she tore up my letters
She burned our photos, now she doesn't care
Will she come back to listen to rock and reggae?

I planted too many flowers in that old garden of ours
I cultivated them for you and you don't even care
And you don't even care
Will she come back to listen to rock and reggae?
Rock and reggae, rock and reggae, rock and reggae