By: jimmy buffett   1971   It's the ways of her father   If she's gonna change she hasn't done it yet   And the desert is calling to me   Run before the final trap is set   All roads lead to the city   Where the dudes and the dykes all look the same   Lady lays out the pattern   With the parts of her body that seem tame   Death valley lives and tracy isn't sure what really gives      Act like a child and I'll respond with my well-rehearsed farewell   Quoting the verse that you bought but weren't quite prepared to sell   Saying I think I love you   Maybe I care   It's not fair   Death valley lives and tracy isn't sure what really gives      And it's a sore spot when the room's burning hot   And the desert air just cannot bring you down   Still the bed's warm but a cold arm   Keeps me floating inches off the ground   Death valley lives and tracy isn't sure what really gives      Go paint your toes wipe you nose and then come to say goodbye   And all along tell yourself I am wrong if I try   Crying sorry it's over   I'm not to blame   What a game   Death valley lives now I'm not even sure what really gives      Ho, ha