| Savannah woman
| dressed in white
| Stands out of
| tropical rains
| She pulls her gin
| and tonics tight
| And curses
| her lonely domain
| Brazilian winds
| blow warm in Rio
| A white estate
| they call La Nada
| Meant for her soul
| or so she says
| Hides her sadist gin
| made eyes
| No one knows but me
| how she left me
| So behind
| savannah woman
| I could never
| leave you so unkind
| Snow white and
| with desire
| That vamp
| from the magazine
| Cold and distant
| as the moon
| Why can she burn
| like fire~
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| No one knows but me
| how she left me
| So behind
| savannah woman
| I could never
| leave you so unkind
| Snow white and
| with desire
| That vamp
| from the magazine
| Cold and distant
| as the moon
| Why can she burn
| like fire~
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| Savanna Woman
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