Lyrics:

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 your nose and then come say good-bye And all along tell yourself that I'm wrong if I try Cryin' sorry it's over I'm not to blame What a game Death Valley lives now I'm not even sure what really gives