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Lorinda Lea

Brownstone tenements and windows barred up against the city
A sprawling lack of urban kindness, plenty of empty handed pity
There’s a rumor on the street, spreading like wildfire
She’s a devil wind, a dervish of desire, hey there little one
You cartwheel down the summer breeze, now you got the boys on their knees

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Lorinda Lea, hey, Lorinda Lea
Hey hey hey, Lorinda Lea - where ya’ goin’?

You’re momma’s kneeling down to virgins and crossing holy water
She’s says Mother of God be grateful you didn’t have no daughter
I tried to cleanse her soul don’t be mistaken, I washed away my shame
And still her bodies taken, oh my little one
You where gonna be my sweet success - my ticket out my happiness

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Lorinda’s eyes are dark and deep, mysterious and lonely
Yet, they come alive when the barrio boys lay down with their money
She dreams of wall to wall, and cut fresh flowers
Crystal figurines, roses in vases, gifts from men of power
Oh, oh little one - is this gonna be your sweet success
Your ticket out - your happiness?

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©1998 Sally Fingerett, Green Fingers Music, BMI