| 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 |