A Real Hard Bop

I used to think I was Cool
Sitting, thinking, drinking coffee black.
The Blues walks in droppin licks with her
Whiskey soaked tongue, I’m undone,
Watching her blow.

She one funky baby
goNNA
goNNA
goNNA make me wet
      with dat sweat
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    i
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       Down 

Baby, she Moanin
Groanin, givin what she got
Hot when I pop and stick
Juicy licks in her groove,
Movin to that funky bop.

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