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See them on their big bright screen |
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Tan and blonde and seventeen |
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Eating nonfood keeps them mean |
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But they're young forever |
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If they must grow up |
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They marry dukes and earls |
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I hate California girls |
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They ain't broke, so they put on airs |
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The faux folk sans derrieres |
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They breathe coke and they have affairs |
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With each passing rock star |
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They come on like squares |
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Then get off like squirrels |
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I hate California girls |
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Looking down their perfect noses |
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At me and my kind |
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Do they think we won't? |
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Well, never mind |
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Laughing through their perfect teeth |
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At everyone |
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I knowDo they think we won't |
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Get up and go? |
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SoI have planned my grand attacks |
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I will stand behind their backs |
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With my brand-new battle ax |
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Then will they taste my wrath |
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They will hear me say |
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As the pavement whirls"I hate California girls" |
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They will hear me say |
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As the pavement whirls"I hate California girls" |
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They will hear me say |
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As the pavement whirls"I hate California girls" |
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They will hear me say |
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As the pavement whirls"I hate California girls" |
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They will hear me say |
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As the pavement whirls"I hate California girls" |
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They will hear me say |
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As the pavement whirls |
