Blonde

Your lips take me to California
Your body takes me to the sky
I know I'm fuckin' dyin' for you
So baby, give me yours all night, yeah

Blue eyes crystal clear (ahh)
And tan lined freckled fears in you (ahh)
I wanna take that ride (ahh)
My only piece of pride is you (ahh)

And I can't stop the motion
And I can't turn back time
And summer time's our love, baby
And cherry skies our love, yeah

Blue eyes crystal clear (ahh)
And tan lined freckled fears in you (ahh)
I wanna take that ride (ahh)
My only piece of pride is you (ahh)

Yeah, I'm thinkin'
Thinkin' who could she love?
Yeah, I'm thinkin'
Thinkin' who could she love?
Yeah, I'm thinkin'
Thinkin' who could she love?
'Cause I know, baby

When I dream of sunshine or paradise
When I dream of livin' that simple life
When I dream of runnin' away tonight
I hear your voice whisperin'

'Cause baby, you're my, my young west coast, yeah
My young west coast
Baby, you're my, my young west coast
And I know, baby
And I know who I'm thinking of, oh, yeah