Don't call, don't page i never loved you babe
Well you don't call, and you don't page And you don't like the way i pray
See you on weekends when i need to bathe Run your fingers through my locks with lust And you think you I in I with Jah
Don't call, don't page i loved you anyways, even though you're out of range
Well you don't call, and you don't page and you don't like the one i'm with
Bob Marley on the radio, transmission to Jah hang up the dial, I in I You spit on the lamb You spit on me Killing this lion raised up to zion
Bob Marley on the radio and you said you fell in love with Jah A lie, a lie
Bob Marley on the radio and you said you fell in love with Jah (Then) arise, arise, arise