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We talked about the weather,
You said it never rains in southern Cali, baby
You drive ‘em crazy holly baby,
Hollywood




We talked about the weather,
You said it never rains in southern Cali, baby
You drive ‘em crazy holly baby,
Hollywood
That’s a pretty big trunk on my Lincoln town car ain’t it
Big enough to take these broken hearts and put em in it
Now I’m driving round on the boulevard trunk bleeding
And every time the cops pull me over they don’t ever see them
They never see them
And I’ve got this black suit on
Roaming around like I’m ready for a funeral
5 more miles till the road runs out