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Who wants to brave those bronze beauties
Lying in the sun.
With their long soft hair falling
Flying as they run.
Oh they smile so shy
And they flirt so well
And they lay you down so fast
Till you look straight up and say
Oh lord, am I really here at last?
--
Fire Lake

 

Bob Seger

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