Santa Ana Women
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The next thing I knew
There was a pain in my head like my sinuses were cracking
The Santa Ana winds had come back
And the whole city of L.A. was acting like it had PMS
I heard high heels on the linoleum floor in the outer office
She came in wearing a pair of clam diggers
That had obviously never been to a beach
And a halter top that had been in a dryer for three weeks on high
My contact lenses popped out and went looking for water
She said she'd give me three hundred
Clams if I'd help her find her uncle
Sure, baby
So I went to her apartment at eight
To get a down payment of clams
I knocked on the door
There was no answer
I knocked again, hard this time
The door swung ajar
It wasn't a pretty sight
It looked like a moonscape
The plants were all brown and shriveled
And the leaves were falling off the banana fern
The puppet taco I had for lunch was
Doing lesson three from Martha Marie
I ran, I ran, I ran to the bathroom
But she was there
Out cold, indiscreet
In the flesh, in the tub
Surrounded by countless empty bottles and jars
Of skin care lotion
She, she, she, she, she, she was so slippery
I couldn't pick her up
I had to slap her around
I had to slap her around to bring her to
Her eyelids fluttered
She looked at me
And I saw
In the eyes of my Santa Ana woman
In the eyes of my Santa Ana woman
In the eyes of my Santa Ana woman
In the eyes of my Santa Ana woman
Woman
In those eyes
In those eyes of my Santa Ana woman
We spent the next three days raising the humidity in her apartment
And then she got a call from the Amazon
It was her uncle
She didn't even bother to pack the Chapstick
The next thing I knew she was gone and the smog was back
And I can't help but wonder
What made her think I was a detective
In the eyes of my Santa Ana woman
In the eyes of my Santa Ana woman
In the eyes of my Santa Ana woman
In the eyes of my Santa Ana woman
In the eyes
In the eyes