| And let down our hair--California Style
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| Take a lesson, leave 'em guessin'
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| Grab the Wesson and make a mess of everything--California Style
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| And if anyone comes around
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| And wants to settle up the score
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| I’m gonna open up my arms
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| There’s always room for more
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| We got sloppy on the Cherocol
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| Leaning up agains the wall--California Style
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| You know I can’t hypnotize
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| When your hair is hanging in your eyes--California Style
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| I wanna reach inside my skin
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| And pull out everything that smells like sin--California Style
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| Lay it out on a platter
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| And write your name out in the splatter--California Style |