They Spoke In Coka Mode
Moody.
Broody.
But open her cage,
Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!
Subtle cuddled up.
But a buck on a booty.
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
Moody.
Broody.
But open her cage,
Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!
Subtle cuddled up.
But a buck on a booty.
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old Gold Diggin' Geezer
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You just wanna ride in my car.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And take you to places to feed your greedness.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You just wanna have an easy life.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And you think I'm the one gon' give it!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You ain't got a mortgage or a lease on me.
None that we've agreed upon.
And none that you can see.
You ain't got a ring or a title to keep me leashed up tight.
And what you think I've got,
You're not gonna get that close to take a bite!
With or without your teeth behind your 'grill'...
You old gold diggin' geezer!
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You just wanna ride in my car.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And take you to places to feed your greedness.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You old gold diggin' geezer!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You old gold diggin' geezer!
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
'I thought you said you were a friend to ALL people?
YOU are a fraud.
You ain't even a friend to some! '
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poppa Rocks
Poppa didn't come to stay,
Standing on the sidelines
To watch others play!
Poppa came to rock!
So get out of poppa's way.
Poppa tore it up on the dance floor,
Back in poppa's day!
When poppa use to move and groove,
Other people watched.
Poppa didn't care who stared
When poppa rocked...
The clock didn't stop!
All night long,
Poppa did his thing.
When he did the 'do' he 'don'
You could hear poppa loudly sing!
Now that dusk has caught him rusty...
Poppa's moves are smooth.
But that is poppa and poppa can't be stopped.
When poppa gets the urge...
Poppa wants to rock!
Poppa didn't come to stay,
Standing on the sidelines
To watch others play!
Poppa came to rock!
So get out of poppa's way!
You don't know how poppa rocks....
When poppa rocks his way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me No More Booty
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Giving me so much,
Makes my head get such a rush.
I can't sustain my game with it!
Or sustain my need to be relieved.
I'm whipped!
Quick.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.
I'm no beast to eatcha.
When you are in heat.
I'd rather just keep ya...
Between sheets,
Beneath.
Oh,
I'm no beast to eatcha.
When you are in heat.
I'd rather just keep ya...
Between sheets,
Beneath.
Oh,
But...
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Your booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty.
Get up off your booty.
Get up off your booty.
And boot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Apartheid Glorified
Quota Oh quota,
Worst than pota,
Racism strengthened and legalized,
Apartheid glorified and constitutionalized.
Islamic quota, Christian quota,
Harijan quota, tribal quota,
Backward quota, handicapped quota,
Regional quota, linguistic quota.
Quota madness welcomed,
Divisive forces institutionalized,
Ah poor meritorious soul! If this be so,
No end or balm for this woe,
No peace for bright wood,
No cure for thy mood.
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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Poppa Dreams
Poppa dreams.
I still wait for your call,
After all these years.
Your absence brings me to tears,
At night.
I still reach for you,
In sleepless heat.
Yearning to feel completed.
As only you can do!
After you're done screwing poppa.
In submissive climax twitching,
That subdues us into sweat.
Poppa tries to catch his breath...
As we hold together on soaken wet,
Creamed dripped sheets.
And throbbing in
Sighs until we've gone to sleep!
You're wicked!
Poppa dreams.
I still wait for your call,
After all these years.
Poppa dreams.
Poppa aches all day it seems.
Poppa wishes to kiss your lips.
And feel our naked hips,
Lick, dance and thrust!
In touches that passion rushes,
Poppa loves so much!
Poppa wants us to knock boots!
Just like you and poppa did...
At least three times a day or more to do.
Poppa dreams.
All ding dong day and night it seems.
The phone rings.
Poppa don't answer.
Poppa listens to the answering machine.
Poppa knows it's not you.
Poppa knows it's just another fling!
A substitute to do.
That poppa does to do his thing.
Imagining in one more dream...
That poppa has while grinding up,
Against someone else...
With thoughts of you!
Poppa dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Poppa Cockish
I want to be the first poet,
To be declared an artist.
How's that for trips?
How's that for a little ego dipping?
I had thought of King of Poems.
But that is a bit eccentric,
Too poppa cockish.
But undebatebly...
True.
Even I have to admit,
The pretension level is there!
I want to be the first poet,
To be declared an artist.
How's that for trips?
Perhaps...
Too poppa cockish.
But undebatebly...
True.
Even I have to admit,
The pretension level is there!
Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.
But I do,
Believe...
In me!
Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.
But I do,
Believe...
In me!
Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.
But I do,
Believe...
In me!
I do,
Believe...
In me!
Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.
But I do,
Believe...
In me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exclusive Booty
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Not wanting it that much.
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Others have a chronic logic that exists.
And it's difficult for them to reason,
With hearts distanced from their minds...
Thinking them to be affixed.
And hard it is to interfere with people who insist,
A jumping to conclusions is a way to happiness.
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And,
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And hard it is to interfere with people who insist,
A jumping to conclusions is a way to happiness.
But...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Not wanting it that much.
Others have a chronic logic that exists.
And it's difficult for them to reason,
With hearts distanced from their minds...
Thinking them to be affixed.
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And,
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo!
And today that's hard to do,
Wanting it exclusive too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Neither 'Dope' Nor 'Sick
Too much of today's nonsense,
I carried on my heart and this had to be confronted.
It had to stop from where it started.
Although many 'ifs' I had a lot!
And those big lip kids on my block...
You know the ones,
That taunt their parents, the elders AND the cops...
Would look at me when I spoke to them.
As if I was a fossil that had rotted!
'Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are from a tired soul...
And he molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Ignore that old man quick! '
I remember when dope made one loopy.
And sick meant ill.
Today these kids say 'dope' to mean 'hip'.
And being 'sick' to them puts things,
On the top of their list.
To agitate...
That's all that is!
'Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are from a tired soul...
And he molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Ignore that old man quick! '
And today,
One either ages gracefully...
Or become so crazed,
Their days ar spent being fed in cages.
Or in some locked up room to gloom.
Drop poppa?
Oh it's okay if I am kicked to the curb.
Drop poppa?
Oh it's okay if I am ignored,
And left with a peace of mind I deserve.
~That's the point of wanting you all away from me.
And pull up those pants.
You look as if you're in need of a diaper change! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Booty-Boo-Doo-The Caboose
I'm not going to hide,
Any love you see this evening.
I'm much too needing on my side...
And I want it known as shown,
I've come with... some pride.
I'm not going to hide inside of me,
This evening.
Too much I let collect in dust.
And too much I don't want to get rusty.
I've got enough in me to boot and hoot.
It doesn't matter if my ladder,
Can get up to reach the roof!
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
I'm not going to hide inside of me,
This evening.
Too much I let collect in dust.
And too much I don't want to get rusty.
I've got enough in me to boot and hoot.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
I want to know,
And I'm excited!
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
I want to know,
And I'm excited!
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acid 8000
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
Your booty move, your booty move
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- its so easy to get acid, you can get it anywhere.
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
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If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
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If you dont make your booty move, your booty move, your booty move
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song performed by by Fatboy Slim
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Youthful Steps
I aint trying to get down with the beat,
Or keep it funky for 'nobody'.
To boogey to impress,
I can address with sweat...
A few youthful steps,
With a shaking of my booty...
Is not a challenge.
What is?
And there is nothing complex about it.
But...
I've discovered that an acceptance,
Of the aging process harnesses for me...
A self respect I did not expect I would enjoy.
I know my comments annoy a lot of old folks.
But I aint trying to stay timeless,
With a hip and with it attitude.
Plus...
I am not living with a wish to have done things,
I did not or could not do.
I've made attempts and will continue.
Although I could,
If I so desired...
To get down and sweat with the best!
But,
I aint trying to get down with the beat,
Or keep it funky for 'nobody'.
To boogey to impress,
I can address with sweat...
Youthful steps,
With a shaking of my booty?
Is stressful.
And poppa don't want to prove,
I can be an aging fool.
Too many are doing that already.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pop LeRoc
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
To get the mood...
Like you know you want to!
And rock,
With poppa!
Let's make a feast,
By putting pieces...
Of some lox on top.
And then for fun,
We'll order pizza...
So very nice and hot!
That's what we'll do.
With green peppers too!
To move in the groove,
With pop the rocker!
Come on and eat...
Tasty pasta with me.
Pop LeRoc!
Your poppa.
Let's make a feast,
By putting pieces...
Of some lox on top.
And then for fun,
We'll order pizza...
So very nice and hot!
That's what we'll do.
Before this night is through.
Rock with pop the rocker!
Gonna rock with your poppa.
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
To get the mood...
Like you know you want to!
And rock,
With your poppa!
That's what we can do.
Before this night is through.
There's no ticking clock,
Around your poppa!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please Stop Teasing Poppa
I ain't no bed hopper,
But poppa knows what to do,
In the bed.
I may be older but I smoulder,
And I'll rock your pretty head!
Don't you test me!
When I get turned on,
It wont be for long to feel the heat!
I know you're teasing poppa,
But poppa is the one to please your need!
I ain't no bed hopper,
But poppa knows what to do,
In the bed.
I may be older but I smoulder,
And I'll rock your pretty head!
Don't you test me!
When I get turned on,
It wont be for long to feel the heat!
I know you're teasing poppa,
But poppa is the one to please your need!
I know you're teasing poppa,
But please stop teasing poppa...
When he sleeps!
That heated furnace needs a bit of peace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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P***ycat
This is another missy elliott exclusive
Its all for the love
But there is more things that keep a man satisfied
And I know the remedy just to cure him from
Cheating even if he tried hey
Pussy dont fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he dont want nobody else
But me and only me
Pussy dont fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he dont want nobody else
But me and only me
I know hes a man and men have intentions
To sleep with someone else
But thats why when I make love to him
Im ruling
Try to give him my best hey
Pussy dont fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he dont want nobody else
But me and only me
Pussy dont fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he dont want nobody else
But me and only me
As long as the pussy good
Its alright
Aint gotta worry about my man
Cuz he knows mas
Is one of a kind
And thats why he keeps staying
The pussy good
Its alright
Aint gotta worry about my man
Cuz he knows mas
Is one of a kind
And thats why he keeps staying
Look ma
Yea you got the bomb and work
That prissy stuff
Glad it aint the gushy stuff
That gushy stuff?
I dont like the mushy butts
I wish we was
Like comfy over jennifer
Him and her
Too much like I and we
And what that mean?
We just love the booty
All we see in 3d is um
Booty booty booty booty
Oh really
Do me, do me, do me, do me
Run through me like flood go through an iv
Thats good ill make sure you never will leave
Can I put my booty booty
Up in your spaghetti?
Daddy
Are you ready for sacary from me
Pussy gushy mushy what more you want from me
Cuz my feelins h ...[message truncated]
song performed by by Missy Elliott
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Booty is just a ghetto expression, and I'm just a booty star.
quote by Richard Pryor
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Shame Will Come and Overstay Its Visit
Each time I tell you don't do it...
You do it with a daring of creative attempts.
What makes you 'think'...
Poppa is blind to your lies?
There is no wall you hide behind!
And even if there was...
Your head is thicker with a slickness,
You do not believe I can not see through.
Poppa knows you better than you know yourself.
And there is a lot about 'you',
That is in need of self examination!
Yes!
Don't look at me as if your innocence is being tested.
I made those same moves in grade school.
And a whole lot smoother too!
An if you think your lies...
Will pass by poppa's ears and eyes undetected,
You are a bigger fool than the fool I suspected.
Poppa didn't decide to awaken one day to become wise.
Poppa has lived to observe and learn...
Not to lie.
Because a lie will detach you from integrity.
And without integrity...
You have no dignity or identity to claim.
Shame will come an overstay its visit!
And you...
Will have nothing else to do,
But accept regret!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Poppa Don't Mind
Give it a word, give it a try
Why don't you sleep out, stop living high
You're on your own, your making ?bed?
Now time for wasting, just look ahead
Your poopa don't mind what you do or say
You can't surprise him anymore
He's got a reputation and he don't know ?fad?
Your poppa don't mind at all
He's getting old, he's getting late
It's soon tomorrow, so celebrate
Bring it out, and go to town
Before you're thinking/faking, ?sell him now?
Your poopa don't mind what you do or say
You can't surprise him anymore
He don't believe in heaven like a good man should
Your poppa don't mind at all
Find him out, he's half a fun
When you find out, don't try to run
If you know, then you'll be gone
And if you don't know, it's still to come
Your poopa don't mind what you do or say
You can't surprise him anymore
He talked about his women and his old school ?tie?
Your poppa don't mind at all
You can't surprise him anymore
He don't believe in heaven like a good man should
Your poppa don't mind at all
Your poppa don't mind at all
Your poppa don't mind at all
song performed by by Supertramp
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It's The Truth Within All Of Us That Grows
'Poppa...
What's reality? '
Come here, sweet baby!
'Oooowww!
That hurt.
Why did you pinch me, poppa?
Why? '
Did you feel it, honey?
'Yes!
And it hurt too.'
That's reality.
Something you know exists!
Something you can feel.
And if it affects you...
In a way that gets your attention,
With the agreement of others...
Without debate,
You are close to it!
'But still, poppa!
WHAT is reality? '
See this look poppa has?
'Yeah!
It's scaring me.'
You feel anything?
'You don't want me to ask you again, right? '
And I didn't touch you, did I?
That's part of reality as well.
You will learn the difference...
Trust me.
You will learn!
It's the truth within all of us that grows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pucker Up My Little Sucker
Pucker up my little sucker,
And give daddy a great big kiss.
I'm glad you're the last one to listen to poppa...
And have decided to dismiss,
The annoyances of those other kids.
I'm glad you like daddy's teasing,
And have come along for the ride.
You have known about poppa's gambling habits....
And unlike the others,
You wanted to learn.
You didn't run away to hide.
Daddy needs evey dime you've got!
I've got an itch this time that will not stop!
I know I will hit it big.
I feel this in my bones.
Trust your poppa and dropp your concerns.
Grant me a loan of everything you own.
Don't worry about your temporary survival needs.
I promise when I hit that jackpot...
Poppa will take care of you.
And that is guaranteed.
Here...
Take this promisary note.
And put it under your pillow.
If and when you fall asleep at night...
Know daddy's intentions,
May look as if they are to deceive.
But daddy wishes you to pray...
To keep daddy honest,
A free of thoughts of misdeeds.
Give me a few years, baby.
And you'll see poppa did this for your best.
Now hand over all you've got to give to poppa.
And forget about this...
To get your rest!
Has daddy ever lied...
About saying what he wants for you?
Every time it was explained,
From poppa's point of view?
'Daddy?
How come when you tuck me in so tight...
You call yourself poppa?
Like you are hiding something?
You do that all the time.
As if you want me keep from getting out of bed!
To see what you really do for myself instead.
Why daddy? '
Pucker up my little sucker,
And give daddy a great big kiss.
Don't worry about what poppa does...
Just close your eyes and let your dreams persist!
Here's a piece of candy.
In time after sucking it up...
You will forget about this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Come To Poppa
Words and music by earl randle and willie mitchell
If the sun
Aint shinin bright
And the moon the moon
Wont shine for you tonight
If thr stars in the sky gone away
And you feel
Feelin real slow down today
If life gets hard to understand
And the whole thing is getting out of hand
Come to poppa
Come see your poppa
If you need a pacifier
Call me anytime
Ill try to be your satisfier
If you feel
Like a horse
Blazin at the bit
Call my number
Anytime night or day
Ill get ya fixed
If life gets hard to understand
And your whole life is way out ofhand
Come to poppa
Come see your poppa
song performed by by Bob Seger
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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