She sent a postcard from Pasadena Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you" Now the only thing that's left between us Is 80 miles of Highway 2
She used to be my morning sunshine She used to be my desert rose Along came a tall, dark stranger Then the next thing that I know...
She sent a postcard from Pasadena Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you" Now the only thing that's left between us Is 80 miles of Highway 2
People here in Victorville Stop and ask me where she's gone Even down at the local diner Our favorite table is set for one
She sent a postcard from Pasadena Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you" Now the only thing that's left between us Is 80 miles of Highway 2
It's right there staring at me On my refrigerator door I keep it there to remind me I don't need her love no more
Yeah right, that's what I keep it for
She sent a postcard from Pasadena Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you" Now the only thing that's left between us Is 80 miles of Highway 2
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