| She’s a warm summer breeze with bleach blonde hair
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| Like a fine red wine she can take you there
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| She’s a walk in the sand at sunset
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| She’s the top pulled down on the 405
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| She’ll take you higher than Humbolt sky
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| She’s an earthquake and you’re the fault line
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| So when you feel the ground, start moving around
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| Hold on tight, you’re in for a ride
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| 'Cause she’s so California
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| She’s a wildfire out of control, headed for you
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| So when you get burned don’t say I didn’t warn you
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| 'Cause she’s so California
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| She’s a black Mercedes on Laurel and Vine
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| She’s a low-cut dress, she’s a Hollywood sign
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| She’s a dead head on a Friday night
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| Oh, and she’s so cool, breaking all the rules
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| Rising star, she’ll break your heart
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| 'Cause she’s so California
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| She’s a wildfire out of control, headed for you
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| So when you get burned don’t say I didn’t warn you
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| 'Cause she’s so California
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| She’s so California
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| She’s so California
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| She’s so California
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| She’s so California |