| Lyrics: | Blonde haired baby standing by the road
A pistol in her hand and talking on the phone
Said
go to California (go to California)
Go to California (go to California)
Sidewalk
glazing diamonds in the sky
Silent movie gods are flashing in your eyes
Said go to
California (go to California)
Go to California (go to California)
Get up, get
out
Get inside the outside
Get up, get out, get in
Lon Chaney calling, spelling
out your name
Where everybody's different but they're all the same
Yeah go to California
(go to California)
Go to California (go to California)
You are perfect you are
insane
We love to watch you break from the pain
Yeah go to California (go to
California)
Go to California (go to California)
Get up, get out
Get inside the
outside
Get up, get out, get in
Get up, get out
Get inside the outside
Get up,
get out, get in
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind away
Bump and
grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind away
Hit the lights and strip down on the
floor
Everybody hates you but they want some more
Yeah, go to California (go to
California)
Go to California (go to California)
Get up, get out
Get inside the
outside
Get up, get out, get in
Get up, get out
Get inside the outside
Get up,
get out, get in
Bump and grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind away
Bump and
grind
Bump and grind
Bump and grind (go to California |
