| Maybe it rains too much where I’m from
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| Maybe he thinks I’m not his kind of fun
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| Maybe the stars won’t align
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| Or they don’t wanna shine on me
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| I don’t wanna row with the wind like the waves
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| I’m only warm on a cold winter’s day
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| No matter how hard I try
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| Nothing like he wants me to be
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| Oh, he only wants those girls from California
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| (He only wants those kind of girls)
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| Beach-blanket doves that’ll carry his heart away
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| (He only wants those kind of girls)
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| Blue eyes, golden hair
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| Sun on the skin like it’s always been there
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| He only wants those girls from California
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| Of California
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| If I could see myself playing the part
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| I’d light him up like Hollywood Boulevard
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| I’d put the salt in the sweet
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| Put the street lights to sleep for awhile
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| Maybe it’s oceans that keep us apart
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| Maybe he’s just too afraid of the dark
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| 'Cause when he walks around
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| There is never a cloud in the sky
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| Oh, no
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| Oh, he only wants those girls from California
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| (He only wants those kind of girls)
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| Beach-blanket doves that’ll carry his heart away
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| (He only wants those kind of girls)
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| Blue eyes, golden hair
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| Sun on the skin like it’s always been there
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| He only wants those girls from California
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| Oh, he only wants those girls from California
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| (Ooh) Oh |