Outta bed at the crack of noon
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Blare the music and have a swoon
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I can't stop thinkin of your face
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La la lee la lee loo lace
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I'm six feet under the Bhodi Tree
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With my crap new-age philosophy
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Diamonds where there once were stars
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I'm sittin in Jayne Mansfeild's car
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Yea yea-a I'm independence
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Yea yea-a I'm borderline
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Yea yea-a I'm California
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My minds all screwed and upside down
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But my heart's on overdrive (yea my heart's on overdrive)
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I need to take a shower when I look at you
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Ya sting and hurt like a bad tattoo
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I wish you'd change my point of view
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I cruise the canyon to get some breeze
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With Hidden Treasures up my sleeve
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I like the light and hate the heat
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But I'll lick the blood right off your street
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Yea yea-a I'm cherry cola
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Yea yea-a I'm candy-eyed
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Yea yea-a I'm California
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My mind's all screwed and upside down
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But my heart's on over drive
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They all come here to find a scene
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But end up girls on methadrine
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Naked on a TV screen
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The dreams that fall beneath my feet
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Make my footsteps feel so sweet
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But your kisses are my fait accompli
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YEA YEA- A
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I'm independence
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Yea-a I'm borderline
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Yea-a I'm California
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My mind's all screwed and upsidedown
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But my heart's on overdrive
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Yea my heart's on overdrive
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Overdrive
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| Katy Rose |
