Arizona

She must belong to San Francisco She must have lost her way Postin' a poster of Poncho and Cisco One California day She said she believes in Robin Hood and brotherhood And colours of green and grey And all you can do is laugh at her Doesn't anybody know how to pray? Arizona, take off your rainbow shades Arizona, have another look at the world My my Arizona, cut off your Indian braids Arizona, hey won'tcha go my way Mmmm strip off your pride you're acting like a teeny-bopper run away child And scrape off the paint from the face of a little town saint Arizona, take off your hobo shoes Arizona, hey won'tcha go my way You gotta follow me up to San Francisco I will be guide your way I'll be the Count of Monte Cristo You'll be the Countess May And you can believe in Robin Hood and brotherhood and rolling the ball in the hay And I will be reading you an Aesop's fable Anything to make you stay-ay-ay Arizona, take off your rainbow shades Arizona, have another look at the world, my my Arizona, cut off your Indian braids Arizona, hey won'tcha go my way Hey, Arizona, take off your hobo shoes Arizona, have another look at the world, my my Arizona, get off your 8-ball blues Arizona, hey won'tcha go my way Come on, hey, Arizona, take off your rainbow shades

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