Gary Blackmon Poetry

Popping


Aaawwww! Yeah
Here comes my baby walking down the street
She’s so dog gone sweet
When it comes to loving me she brings on the heat
My baby got me popping like fire works
Like water in the gas tank, I puff and I jerk
Then I’m popping
She gets my motor running and ain’t no stopping
Like cold water into a hot grease pot, I’m popping
Like corn cornels into oil that’s hot I’m popping
She got me pip, pip popping

When I see her I get shaky every time
Her beauty blows my mind
Just one look and I shook
Ever since our first kiss
I’m wobbling like when Clay hit Liston
When you see me on the street don’t freak
I’m not dancing at all
It’s just that she got me shaking like one of those bobble head dolls

Aaawwww! Yeah
My baby got me popping like fire works
Like water in the gas tank, I puff and I jerk
Then I’m popping
She gets my motor running and ain’t no stopping
Like cold water into a hot grease pot, I’m popping
Like corn cornels into oil that’s hot I’m popping
She got me pip, pip popping

When she swing those hips it sends me into a fit
When she holds my hand I flip
Can’t help but loose my grip
And I get a bit tipsy
I feel like a bowl of Rice Krispy
I can’t stop I snap crackle and pop
I’m not dancing at all
It’s just that she got me shaking like one of those bobble head dolls

Aaawwww! Yeah
My baby got me popping like fire works
Like water in the gas tank, I puff and I jerk
Then I’m popping
She gets my motor running and ain’t no stopping
Like cold water into a hot grease pot, I’m popping
Like corn cornels into oil that’s hot I’m popping
She got me pip, pip popping

Like Jiffy Pop when it hits the heat
Popping
Like Michael’s fingers when he got that beat
Popping
At Jackie Wilson concert out of your seats
Popping
Oh yeah She got me popping

Gary Gene 10/23/09 1:59am

Poet: Gary Blackmon