Bleach blonde hair and no tan lines at least
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That's what I dream at night star dust eyes
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That shine pacific blue from her toes to her
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Halo she's been blessed with a body
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You would have to buy out west she walks
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And talks a different attitude her smile
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Is so much brighter than this stupid place
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You can almost here Hollywood calling her name
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She's so California she should have a star
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On Hollywood blvd. drive around in a Lamborghini sports car
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Summer sun clear yeah she's sexy she's so sunset
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Strip teases me here right there on the front porch swing
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I swear I hear the beach boys sing peach street sign
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Just like Rodeyo drive tight tank top and low rise jeans
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Now I know what earthquake means
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She really makes this small town come alive
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When she walks into church in her summer dress
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Oh even the preacher has to confess
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She's so California she should have a star on Hollywood blvd.
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Drive around in a Lamborghini sports car
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Whisper words callin' the menace copper tone medal
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Hillbilly baby walkin' sweet talkin' angel in Memphis
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She's So California
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| Adam Gregory |
