Gregory Isaacs — Top Ten

[Verse 1] Please don't hurt her though she once threw an arrow in my heart Though she isn't in my top ten, still she is on my chart The way her love bring sweet, sweet memory Maybe it's the beginning of her misery Because I don't care whose school she's been you see, she still taking lesson from me Though she isn't in my top ten, still she is on my chart Sitting in the back bench, still she's a student of my class The way she love brings sweet, sweet memory Maybe it's the beginning of her misery Because I don't care whose school she's been you see, she still taking lessons from me No joke about it [Verse 2] Though she isn't in my top ten, still she is on my chart Sitting in the back bench, still she's a student of my class The way she love brings sweet, sweet memory Maybe it's the beginning of her misery Because I don't care whose school she's been you see, she still taking lessons from me No joke about it