It's friday night, my hand is cramping out from pumping gas
And tell me there's more to life than getting laid and
smoking grass
Don't tell me that we're through, that I'll miss what I had
before
I'll keep a picture of you, two steps and I'm out the door
'Cause I'm sick of living life
In make believe euphoria
From now on, I'm living it up down
In sunny California
My dreams will all come true, and I won't be with you
Can scream all you want, give the same speech
I'll be turning away, laying on the beach
Girls at my fingertips, oversized breast and hips (breast and
hips... fingertips...)
You said I'll see you around, be careful not to drown
When dreaming about me beside you
And maybe you'll think of me when you go to sleep
Don't tell me that we're through, that I'll miss what I had
before
I'll keep a picture of you, two steps and I'm out the door
'Cause I'm sick of living life
In make believe euphoria
From now on, I'm living it up down
In sunny California
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