Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman giving me advice I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women right here at

Well, get down woman, before I have to go. Well, slow down, baby, and gimme a little time. You know, ya hurt me with your bad mouth, An' I just don't want to know. If you want me hangin' 'round, Gotta give me some peace of mind. Oh, get down boy. Well,

Try living, try try living You ain't lived in a woman's world If you never been told how you gotta be What you gotta wear, how you gotta speak And if you can't see that it's gotta change But she goes to the same job everyday She's overworked and

she gets the best of everything i've got a society woman yes i got a society woman she lives in luxury but she keeps me in the strings well she want to be a cover girl and make headlines in the news she eats steaks and chicken i eat plain old kidney stew

Oh I've got a woman now As she mistakes my name I see the light come around And strange as it seems I'm bursting at the seams Her wallet photos don't turn me on I feel her hand come around And her stone-wash denim jeans are darker than they seemed She

I think it's time for me to move along, I do believe Now you're talkin' jive, woman, when you say to me That your daddy's gonna take us in, baby, take care of me Got bells in your mind, mama, and it's easy to see Now I'll tell you plainly, baby, what a

She treats me well Got a woman at home Now I've got a woman at home Well she's alright When everyone is wrong Let's me waste another song Stumble through the years I'll make it heaven, make it hell One day to the next

'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run They call me the hunter, that's my name A pretty woman like you, is my only game I bought me a love gun, just the other day And I aim to aim it your way The first

She treats me just like a king I've got a right to love my baby I've got a right to love my woman Yes, she's my mind, body and soul Yes, my baby, she can do 'most anything Yes, she's my doctor when I'm sick, people She's my all-around standby Oh, she's

Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown 24/7 Sylvia Plath Yeah, I have it I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like