O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 00
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PANDORA'S BOX
When I'm in heat and someone gets a notion,
I jump to my feet I hoof it to the ocean.
We hit a beach where no one give a hoot.
Nobody never ever wears a suit.
The ladies there they look so proud.
That's cause they know that they're well endowed.
Now I ain't much on Fannie's conversation,
Or care too much about her operation.
But every time Pandora come my way,
I get high can't explain the sensation.
To get it on I got to watch what I say,
Or I'll catch hell from the women's liberation.
Sweet Pandora,
God like aura,
Smellin' like a flora,
Open up your door for me.
Sweet Pandora,
God like aura,
Smellin' like a flora,
Open up your door for me.
Sweet Pandora,
Mama crack a smile for me.
Just for me.
Just for me.
Just for me.
Just for me.
Just for me.
Just for me.
Just for me.
Now I ain't what you'd call a city slicker,
Or claim to fame to be a slitty licker,
But every time Pandora come my way,
I get high can't explain the sensation.
To get it on I got to watch what I say,
Or I'll catch hell from the women's liberation.
Sweet Pandora,
God like aura,
Smellin' like a flora,
Open up your door for me.
Sweet Pandora,
God like aura,
Smellin' like a flora,
Open up your door for me.
Sweet Pandora,
Mama crack a smile for me.
Just for me.
Just for me.
Just for me.
Just for me.
Just for me.
Just for me.
Just for me.
Just for me.
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