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When I’m in heat
Someone gets a notion
I jump to my feet
I hoof it to the ocean
We hit a beach
Where no one gives a hoot
Nobody never ever wears a suit
The ladies there
They look so proud
That’s ’cause they know
That they’ve been so well endowed
Now, I ain’t much
For fannie’s conversation
Or care to much
About her operation
But every time pandora comes my way
I get high
Can’t explain the sensation
To get it on
I gotta watch what I say
Or I’ll catch hell
From the women’s liberation
(chorus)
Sweet pandora
Good-like aura
Smell like a flora
Open up your door-a for me
Sweet pandora
Good-like aura
Smell like a flora
Open up your door-a 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 comes my way
I get high
Can’t explain the sensation
To get it on
I gotta watch what I say
Or I’ll catch hell
From the women’s liberation
(chorus)
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Lyrics: Aerosmith
