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    Love’s Contagious – Tarrus Riley

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    Tell me something ah go ’round, me have it you have it.
    I got this feeling inside bubbling over,
    Don’t need no doctor right ya know I need my lover.

    Ya can’t resist, no escape,
    The feeling start creeping up coming your way.
    Can’t do ah thing no matter what they say,
    Ya find yourself walking around daydreaming.
    Roses being red and violets blue,
    She loves me, yes, she loves me not, that’s what you do.
    You caan get a grip and now you’re acting foolish,
    Look in the mirror and say what’s this.

    Looks like something ah go ’round, love’s contagious.
    Something ah go ’round, but it’s the sweetest sickness.
    Feeling inside bubbling over,
    You get a feeling inside bubbling over.
    Look like something a go ’round,
    Love’s contagious, I don’t need to be cured.
    Woman you fill my prescription, feel like a new man,
    You’re like my vitamin you keep me coming.
    Ooh baby, you’re my medicine,
    Woman I need you so, never letting you go.
    And when your love attacked me,
    I couldn’t do a thing about it, no.
    Me na wan fi see no pharmacist no,
    Me just wan ya to come and treat me.
    Me na wan no doctor come drugs me no,
    All me wan ya do is diagnose me.
    Fill me up with all of your good stuff girl,
    Fill me up woman, I’m your patient,
    And I know it’s real the way I feel.

    No defense ya might get hook,
    Stop wonder if them tie yu or if it’s love bush
    Symptoms start show and now you got de look,
    It’s like she need that medication,
    Now she need that juck.
    Scientists ah search fi find an antidote,
    Caan do a thing dem experiment all ’bout.
    So don’t feel guilty, like it’s a sin,
    A jus’ di vibes an a regular thing.

    A likkle something ah go ’round, love’s contagious.
    Something ah go ’round, but it’s the sweetest sickness.
    Feeling inside bubbling over,
    And all I want is for my lover to come over.
    It’s like something a go ’round, love’s contagious.
    Something a go ’round, but it’s the sweetest sickness.
    Feeling inside bubbling over,
    Don’t need no doctor right ya know I need my lover.
    Me tell ya something a go ’round,
    Love’s contagious, I don’t need to be cured.
    Woman you fill my prescription, feel like a new man,
    You’re like my vitamin C, you’re my medicine.
    Woman I need you so, never letting you go.
    And when your love attacked me,
    I couldn’t do a thing about it.
    No, me na wan fi see no pharmacist no,
    Me just wan ya to come and treat me.
    Me na wan no doctor come drugs me no,
    All me wan ya do is diagnose me.
    Fill me up with all of your good stuff girl,
    Fill me up woman, I’m your patient,
    ‘Cause I know it’s real the way I feel.

    Something a go ’round, love’s contagious.
    Something a go ’round ah na no serious sickness.
    Feeling inside bubbling over,
    Na need no doctor right ya know I need my lover.
    It’s like something ah go ’round, love’s contagious,
    Something a go ’round and it’s the sweetest sickness.
    Feeling inside bubbling over,
    Na need na doctor right ya know I need my lover,
    It’s like something ah go ’round, love’s contagious,
    Likkle something ah go ’round, sweetest sickness.
    Feeling inside bubbling over,
    And all I want is for my baby to come over.
    Oh, something ah go ’round, love’s contagious,
    Something ah go round, intoxicate me.
    Feeling inside bubbling over..

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