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.