| 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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| 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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| Those California girls got me outside all night
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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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| 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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| Those California girls got me outside all night
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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, baritone
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| Sex drive, like animals
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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 |