| When I’m in heat and someone gets a notion
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| I jump to my feet, I hoof it to the ocean
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| We hit a beach where no one give a hoot
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| Nobody never ever wears a suit
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| The ladies there, they look so proud
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| That’s cause they know that their well endowed
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| I ain’t much on Fannie’s conversation
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| Or care to much about her operation
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| But every time Pandora come my way
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| I get high, can’t explain the sensation
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| To get it on I got to watch what I say
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| Or I’ll catch hell from the women’s liberation
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| Sweet Pandora
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| Godlike aura
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| Smellin' like a flora
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| Open up your door-a for me Sweet Pandora
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| 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
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| Or claim to fame to be a slitty licker
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| But every time pandora comes my way
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| I get high, can’t explain the sensation
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| To get it on I gotta watch what I say
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| Or I’ll catch hell from the womens liberation
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| Sweet Pandora
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| Godlike aura
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| Smellin' like a flora
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| Open up your door-a for me Sweet Pandora
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| 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 |