| She’s a pussycat like every man is a snake
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| It’s well after 8
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| But the sun sets the light on her gown
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| He booked a room at the areola inn for a date
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| The slut took the bait, huh
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| And the waves were crashing loud in TJ
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| West coast calamities
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| Run up and down the coastline
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| Better than east coast calamities
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| Are weather and crap designs on leather
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| West coast calamities
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| Are too much breeze and sunshine, oh well
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| West coast calamities
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| Get better every time forever
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| No political problems
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| No artistic elites
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| No skyscrapers to crash into
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| Or statues of liberty
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| The calamities of love
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| Are just enough for me
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| Staying home, feeling sick
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| With my palm in my pants
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| Choking on gas
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| And I’m breaking wind-ows with my pain (pane)
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| I want a chick who puts up with my shit and puts out
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| Like a little girl scout
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| I want my west coast baby
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| Baby baby baby, where you headed
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| Are you leaving town?
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| Have those rich folks' evil words
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| Brought you down for good, they should
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| West coast calamities
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| Run up and down the coastline
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| Better than east coast calamities
|
| Are weather and crap designs on leather
|
| West coast calamities
|
| Are too much breeze and sunshine, oh well
|
| West coast calamities
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| Get better every time forever
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| No political problems
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| No artistic elites
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| No skyscrapers to crash into
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| Oh, statues of liberty
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| No, the calamities of love
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| Are enough for me
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| Dig it, honey
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| This next part’s like skip spence a little bit
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| You know, you got your little object
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| Twinkle twinkle, you got one |