Ooo Baby Your Mojo Overloads
My blood boils,
And my pressure rises.
My heart thumps,
And my throat gets lumpy.
My legs feel weak,
And my feet can't lead me.
I want to go,
But I'm moping like a dope!
Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
Whatever it is,
You've got me snacking on that!
And,
Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
My toes curl up,
And you've got my opened nose!
My blood boils,
And my pressure rises.
My heart thumps,
And my throat gets lumpy.
My legs feel weak,
And my feet can't lead me.
I want to go,
But I'm moping like a dope!
Like a yo-oh-oh-yo!
Oh baby your mojo overloads.
Whatever it is,
You've got me snacking on that!
And,
Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
My toes curl up,
And you've got my opened nose!
Say,
Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
Whatever it is,
I want to snack on that!
Ooo baby your mojo overloads.
My toes curl up,
And you've got my opened nose!
My toes curl up,
And I know they show!
Ooo baby you're a mojo overloadah.
Like a smoke shoulder cooking,
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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