Savannah woman dressed in white,
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Stands out of tropical rains.
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She pulls her gin and tonics tight,
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And curses her lonely domain.
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Brazilian winds blow warm in Rio,
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A white estate they call 'The Nada'.
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Meant for her soul or so she says,
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Hides her sadist gin made eyes.
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No one knows but me how she left me so behind.
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Savannah woman I could never leave you so unkind.
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Snow white and with desire, that vamp from the magazine.
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Cold and distant as the moon, why can't she burn like fire?
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Savannah Woman
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| Tommy Bolin |
