Coca Loca

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COCA LOCA
Her name was Coca Loca
She was mocha and rococca
Her lips were fat red cherries
Lush and ready with instructions

Saying
‘Some boys are too rough
And some boys don’t do enough
and some boys talk mighty tough
But all my boys, they are panthers.'

On her balcony in Old Town
She would lift her legs and show me
Her new g-string made of candies
And a tattoo on her belly

Saying
‘Some boys are too rough
And some boys don’t do enough
And some boys talk mighty tough
but all my boys they are panthers.’

When I made it to her doorway,
She just stopped my lips up quiet
With a lick of black sambuca
slipping something in my pocket

She said
'Some boys are too rough
And some boys don’t do enough
And some boys talk mighty tough
But all my boys, they are panthers.’