Jamaican Me Dangerous
by Robert Ramage
Intro (spoken over steel drums + low bass)
Island night breathing slow…
Palm trees leaning like they know…
Some fires don’t need gasoline —
Just a look… just a grin…
Verse 1
She walked in with that barefoot glide
Ocean in her hips, trouble in her stride
Coconut skin under neon blue
Every man there forgot what to do
Laughed like thunder wrapped in silk
Voice smooth dark Caribbean milk
Said, “Careful boy, don’t play with flame…”
But she never once said my name
Chorus
Jamaican me reckless, Jamaican me bold
Jamaican me stories ain’t meant to be told
Jamaican me stepping outside the line
Where sugar tastes salty and sin tastes fine
Jamaican me wicked, Jamaican me sweet
Jamaican me weak in the island heat
Jamaican me closer than I should be…
Girl, you ain’t dancing — you’re rewriting me
Verse 2
Rum glass sweating like my hand
Steel drum heartbeat through the band
She slow-wined truth into a lie
Half of me living, half asking why
Said, “Relax mon, feel the breeze,”
While pulling me down to my knees
Not in prayer — don’t twist that wrong —
Just lost in the rhythm of a dangerous song
Verse 3
Moonlight sliding down her spine
Like a lighthouse crossing a warning line
She whispered things too low to quote
But every word still cleared my throat
She says, “You thinking too much tonight,”
While moving like she owned the light
Every “no” got a sideways grin
Every saint got a little sin
Chorus
Jamaican me thirsty, Jamaican me wild
Jamaican me losing my cool and my style
Jamaican me playing a grown man’s game
Where pleasure and trouble answer the same
Jamaican me burning slow like rum
Jamaican me knowing what I’ve become
Jamaican me caught in the chemistry…
Girl, you ain’t teasing — you’re testing me
Verse 4
Sunrise creeping through bamboo
Reality breaking the spell in two
Sand still warm where we both fell
Heaven don’t always kiss and tell
Bartender laughing, “Seen that before —
Paradise knocking on a locked door.”
I paid my tab with a crooked grin…
Some lessons are sweet… some sink in
Bridge (strip it down — bass + percussion only)
Paradise got a double edge
One step sugar, one step ledge
Sweet like mango, sharp like lime
One wrong kiss — and you cross that line
Island breeze don’t testify
It just watches grown men lie
And if loving wrong feels right…
Blame it on the Caribbean night
Final Chorus (bigger, stacked vocals)
Jamaican me dangerous, Jamaican me free
Jamaican me more than I planned to be
Jamaican me laughing at my own fall
Knowing damn well I saw it all
Jamaican me sinner, Jamaican me saint
Jamaican me strong till my willpower faint
Jamaican me caught in the mystery…
Girl, you didn’t dance — you Jamaican’d me
Outro (steel drums fade, spoken)
Island night… don’t need permission…
Some songs don’t need admission…
And if they ask what happened to me…
Just smile and say —
“She Jamaican’d me.”
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