She was brown as this good earth
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With eyes that flashed like lightening
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When she spoke of simple quests
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The words were almost frightening
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She was slender as the willow
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With long dark hair across her back
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Which would gently shake as she laughed
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About the way she conquered soldiers
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She was my Spanish lover
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So gracefully insane
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And with no traces of shame
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She was like no other
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She was simple as a one word answer
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And that somehow she seemed to survive
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In this complex world we're all facing
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She was so delightfully alive
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She was brown as this good earth
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With eyes that flashed like lightening
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When she spoke of sinful quests
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The words were almost frightening
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She was my Spanish lover
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So gracefully insane
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And with no traces of shame
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She was like no other
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She was like no other
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She was like no other
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Spanish Lover
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| Tommy Bolin |
