I’m going to California from this little Florida town
From Hollywood
We left the red boots to wander Catherine Avenue
Cracker crumbs
I won't wish for kids
Cuz I will break like glass
My lord caught me underneath a shady tree
staring at you
You miss the houses of Beverly Hills
And the midnight radio
I
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made out of ticky
Smells like spring again
And I don’t feel so good
Sad
I traded hellos with the virgin football team
like an angel
(Chorus)
Who were you thinking of
When we were making love
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