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by rawclyde

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Fortress Ann, she’s quite a gal, her beauty volcano-izes men’s lust

where ever she goes she deals with it as she must

I’d like to wed & bed her myself & raise kids who have her chilling dark eyes

she runs her life like a fortress, though, beneath these desert skies

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She may not know it, but she’s a desert woman tranquilized

by a healthy small city culture that isn’t too much advertised

I love her much but fear such love will never be returned

so I bequeath to her a futile friendship rather than get my heart burned

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So her and gutless me, we sat in the restaurant talkin’ true n’ silly

when she gave me the Chicano Girl Look, it was quite a dilly

I’m only 15 years older than her and poor but what the schmuck

her Chicano Girl Look has given me nothing, nothing but good luck

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In her past, I bet, low-down miners drilled too savagely into her rapturous mines

so here I sit in the desert relaxing with the memory of our lunch-time times

I remember sittin’ across the table from her watching that Look seductively glow

“I’ll have one more cup of coffee before I go to the valley below”

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(copyright clyde collins 1999)