She's a pussycat like every man is a snake It's well after 8 But the sun sets the light on her gown He booked a room at the areola inn for a date The slut took the bait, huh And the waves were crashing loud in TJ
West coast calamities Run up and down the coastline Better than east coast calamities Are weather and crap designs on leather West coast calamities Are too much breeze and sunshine, oh well West coast calamities Get better every time forever
No political problems No artistic elites No skyscrapers to crash into Or statues of liberty The calamities of love Are just enough for me
Staying home, feeling sick With my palm in my pants Choking on gas And I’m breaking wind-ows with my pain (pane) I want a chick who puts up with my shit and puts out Like a little girl scout I want my west coast baby
Baby baby baby, where you headed Are you leaving town? Have those rich folks' evil words Brought you down for good, they should
West coast calamities Run up and down the coastline Better than east coast calamities Are weather and crap designs on leather West coast calamities Are too much breeze and sunshine, oh well West coast calamities Get better every time forever
No political problems No artistic elites No skyscrapers to crash into Oh, statues of liberty No, the calamities of love Are enough for me
Dig it, honey
This next part's like skip spence a little bit You know, you got your little object Twinkle twinkle, you got oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
