Write a song about California, he said Write a song about California, he said to me before i left but i, think i'll write a song about him instead. Now
The way the water was, us waiting just above, Up in a golden tree peering through yellow leaves. We sat there searching for our spirit animals, Mine up
Is this the end the end of the days of our sweet silent love soap please dont pretend cus its clearly the end the end of the walk leadign up to your
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Once upon a time there was a pop princess With a size C chest and a party dress Sneaking out and getting into clubs for free You think the bouncer knew
Write a song about California, he said Write a song about California, he said to me before i left but i, think i'll write a song about him instead.
The way the water was, us waiting just above, Up in a golden tree peering through yellow leaves. We sat there searching for our spirit animals, Mine
this place So [? ] Really I'm in outterspace Really I ain't got no home Really I'm a saint Bet I'm blown, Bet I'm thrown, up to the sky Over the ocean
. President, not only the indianz are ready (red?), cha-cha-hey, cha-cha - hey I say my Ronnie lies over the ocean my Gorbachov lies under the see, doch
carrots, not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on Got 'em, get 'em close and, lookin' like I scooped up the Titanic chain, from the bottom of the ocean I
