| She’s probably in a Bently
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| Showin' off her new fake boobies
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| Tryin' to break into the movies with some producer
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| Who seduced her with some sushi & cologne
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| She’s probably down on Sunset
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| Doin' all the things she ain’t done yet
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| With some actor she calls Hector
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| Man, I wish she’d meet Phil Spector
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| & he’d ask to take her home
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| Chorus:
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| She’s lovin' California
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| She loves the beach
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| She loves the party everyday
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| Pina Coladas on the sidewalk in LA
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| Ever since she went away
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| I hate California
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| Maybe She’s livin' in a commune
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| Dancin' with Hippies under the moon
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| It’s all free love, weed & patchouli
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| A there’s a guru named Fuzuli
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| & he’s doin' her for sure
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| Maybe she’s strummin' some big rock star
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| Drinkin' pink cosmos at the sky bar
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| Those Hollyweirdos with their tofu, avacado
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| I bet she thinks she won the lotto
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| Good for her
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| Chorus
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| I think I seen her on TV
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| Last night on TMZ
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| With the pretty people on parade
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| She’s sellin' Scientology
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| With John, Tommy, & Katie
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| Man, I bet she’s really got it made
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| She’s lovin' California
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| That string bikini & tha sunshine on her face
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| Chorus |