Words and Music by Chuck Fusca and Tim Samples
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No Pain, dripped in my brain, I must be Going insane,
Looked back, she’s on my tracks,
Felt she had what my life lacked.
She said, where do you go, how much do you know
Talking bout a woman in Key Largo
She said pain never lies, it’s your turn to fly
Time to find a woman that makes you high.
Found herself back my dreams, got to find out what this means
If I stayed, she would have strayed,
then we both would surely fade
I said Where did you go, how much do I know,
Talking bout the woman in Key Largo
She said look in my eyes, you cannot deny
Trying to find a woman that makes you high.
Think fast, we may not last, she held me in a tighter grasp
I think back, but how would I know
I had to brace for that final blow.
She said where did you go, how much did she know
Talking bout a woman in Key Largo
I said look in my eyes, you cannot deny
Still trying to find a woman that makes me high.
“"She reads me like an open book.
Laughs, and then challenges me.
She’s got all that hair flowing over her shoulders
Soft cascades of light blond waves.
And then she’ll tell me, and I’ll wonder.
She is both knowing and unknowing
A dynamic creature...It’s her best feature."
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