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[Verse 1] |
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She loves the sunlight |
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How it paints on her soft skin |
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Takes care of those tan lines |
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Scar tissue from the morphine |
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[Verse 2] |
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Baby, don't you know you are stardust |
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And you're a long, long way from home, way from home |
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So baby, brush it off like it's sawdust |
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Or you'll spend the California days alone, days alone |
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[Pre-Chorus] |
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Those California girls got me outside all night |
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[Chorus] |
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This is the last straw |
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Take it off |
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This is the last straw |
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Why don't you take it all |
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[Verse 3] |
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She ain't never seen the zoo |
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With the monkey on her back |
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They'd arrest her at the booth |
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And then sell her to the lab |
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Put a label on the box that says |
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Treat it like it's glass |
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If she gets one scratch her parents |
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Never take her back |
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To be honest, she's a liar full of promise |
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She thinks her Rolex makes her timeless |
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Her famous friends think she's harmless |
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I'd burn the bridge with her on it |
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[Pre-Chorus] |
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[Bridge] |
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Pinned down, pinnacle |
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She looks like a centerfold |
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Sinner, cynical (baby) |
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Oh my, make her moan |
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Amateur, a baritone |
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Sex drive like animal |
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[Outro] |
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Ooh, how I like the smell of west coast pheromones |
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Ooh, how I like the smell of west coast pheromones |
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Ooh, how I like the smell of west coast pheromones |
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She smells like west coast pheromones |
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She smells like west coast pheromones |
