Santa Ana Woman Lyrics - Singles - Bobs

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 of 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 helped her find 

Her uncle... 

"Sure, baby." 

So I went to her apartment at eight 

To get a down payment of clams 

I knocked on her 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 her banana fern 

The Pup and Taco I'd had for lunch 

Was doing lesson three from Arthur Murray 

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 was so slippery I couldn't pick her up 

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 

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