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
I'm gonna tell you something
Something that is true
I'll put it
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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