Pandora's Box (Tyler/Kramer) (Original Album: Get Your Wings, 1974)
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 their well endowed
Now I ain't much on Fannie's conversation Or care to 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-a for me
Sweet Pandora Mama crack a smile 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
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