Santa Ana Woman2 minutos

Letra y Cancion Santa Ana Woman
The next thing I knew, there was a pain in my head likemy sinuses were cracking. The Santa Ana winds had comeback, and the whole city of L.A. was acting like it hadPMS. I heard high heels on the linoleum floor of the outeroffice. She came in wearing a pair of clam diggers thathad obviously never been to a beach, and a halter top thathad been in a dryer for three weeks on high. My contactlenses popped out and went looking for water. She saidshe’d give me three hundred clams if I helped her findher uncle…"Sure, baby."So I went to her apartment at eight to get a down payment of clamsI knocked on her doorThere was no answerI knocked again, hard this timeThe door swung ajar..it wasn’t a pretty sightIt looked like a moonscapeThe plants were all brown and shriveled and the leaves were falling off her banana fernThe Pup and Taco I’d had for lunch was doing lesson three from Arthur MurrayI ran to the bathroom, but she was there…Out coldIndiscreetIn the fleshIn the tubSurrounded by countless empty bottles and jars of skin care lotionShe was so slippery I couldn’t pick her upI had to slap her around to bring her toHer eyelids fluttered, she looked at meAnd I saw In the eyes of my Santa Ana Woman In the eyes of my Santa Ana Woman In the eyes of my Santa Ana WomanWe spent the next three days raising the humidity in her apartmentAnd then she got a call from the AmazonIt was her uncleShe didn’t even bother to pack the chapstickThe next thing I knew she was gone and the smog was backAnd I can’t help but wonder:What made her think I was a detective? In the eyes of my Santa Ana Woman In the eyes of my Santa Ana Woman In the eyes of my Santa Ana Woman

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