The following musical interlude is brought to you by my mojo. Well no one told me about it, the way I cried Well no on told me about it, my brain was fried But it's too late to say I'm sorry How would you know, why should you care I been trying to find my mojo She's not there Well let me tell you 'bout the way I rocked The way I'd act and the puns that were there My wit was soft and cool My posts were clear and bright But they're not there Well no one told me about it, what could I do Well no one told me about it, and the air's now blue But it's too late to say I'm sorry How would you know, do you really care I'm still tryin' to find my mojo She's not there Well let me tell you 'bout the way I rocked The way I'd act and the puns that were there My wit was soft and cool My posts were clear and bright But they're not there But it's too late to say I'm writing How would you know, do you re...