Morina - Buck Buchanan    

She had a reputation when she was in school
As a back seat bumper with a corner on cool
She could shimmy in a chevy
She could fire-up in a ford
You'd be dancin' with the devil
You'd be prayin' to the Lord

Chorus:

Mo Mo Morina Mo Mo Morina
I can't believe I'm howlin at the moon
Mo Mo Morina Mo Mo Morina
She could melt a block of ice
Just by walkin' in the room

Boys were linin' up to ask her to the prom
Girls with broken hearts, they're cryin to their moms
They could not pass Morina in a chevy or a ford
They're swearin "she's the devil"
They're prayin' to the Lord

Morina's sweet as honey on a biscuit hot and brown
Morina she's the finest gal in town

Twenty years have come and gone Morina's settled down
She's livin in a double-wide just outside of town
Drives a brand new Caddi not a chevy or a ford
She credit cards the devil but she pays cash to the Lord