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Turkey Mambo Momma

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Island in the Seychelles
She lives on the beach there
Her body's brown and supple
And the sun shines in her hair

The heat and frustration are telling on me
Undecidedly violent, surrounded by sea
I needed a hit, come on give me a clue
I was looking for the answer and the answer was you

Whoo-oo-oo-oo
Turkey mambo momma
Whoo-oo-oo-oo

Voodoo is her province
She digs in her fingers
Her body starts to bleed
The scars they will linger

Cicadas they call through the tropical night
The moon is obscured but still there is light
Abundantly honest, tell me what do you do?
I was looking for the answer and the answer was you

Whoo-oo-oo-oo
Turkey mambo momma
Whoo-oo-oo-oo

No chance of (?), we've a (?)
She steals all the fluid so vital to me
Impaled on the rocks as she tears me in two
At last I've found the answer and the answer is you

Whoo-oo-oo-oo
Turkey mambo momma
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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