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She's drinking Piña coladas
And watching Netflix in bed.
She's having dinner on the boardwalk
In a sports bra to mess with my head.

And she's a classy woman!
And she's got the weight of the world and the bleach blonde hair.
She likes the sound of the streets in New York City,
But she lives in Belair.

Chorus: And now she's feeling kinda wonderful!
You're living, but you're comfotable.
When no one tells you that you're beautiful,
California girl!
And you came in heavy like a hurricane
Left your lipstick stain
On the back of my brain. Singing
Girl, California girl.

Cruising down Sunset.
Waiting for the sun to rise (all right).
She says that everything gets better
It don't matter
It's just black and white (okey).

And she's a classy woman!
She's got a face for the crowd and the bleach blonde hair.
She likes the sound of the streets in New York City,
But she lives in Belair.

Chorus: And now she's feeling...

Stop waiting for love!
Waiting for me!
Waiting for love!
She's got places to be.
(That girl fell in love with that west coast world)

Chorus: And now she's feeling kinda wonderful (she's so wonderful)!
You're living, but you're comfotable (she's comfotable).
When no one tells you that you're beautiful,
California girl (California girl).
And you came in heavy like a hurricane
Left your lipstick stain
On the back of my brain. Singing girl (she's is singing girl),
California girl. (California girl)

(And she's a California girl)
(And you came in heavy like a) California girl!
(Never, no, no, California)
(Left your lipstick stain, California) California girl!
(California)

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