| 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, so gracefully insane
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| And with no traces of shame, she was like no other
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| She was simple as a one word answer
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| And then 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, so gracefully insane
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| And with no traces of shame, she was like no other
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| She was like no other, she was like no other |