| Yeah you'll be the girl and I'll be the boy |
| We saw in the movies you never enjoyed |
| But I knew you were right |
| 'Cause baby you were so left field |
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| Just a couple of kids in the prime of our lives |
| I'm taking a chance babe I'm rolling of the dice |
| But I don't have the words |
| To tell you how I really feel |
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| Like a Sunday drive in Southern California |
| Picture of you on my bedroom wall |
| Sketching our names on the bathroom stall |
| Got me sweating like it's June in Arizona |
| Try to forget you I don't know how |
| Tossing my coin in the wishing well |
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| So I'll be the devil and you'll be a saint |
| You're holding me up at your heavenly gates |
| Yeah I know you're the one |
| It kills me that you can't relate |
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| Now I'm shooting my shot yeah I'm pulling a gun |
| You can decide if you stay or you run |
| But you stirring me up |
| You mixing all the love with hate |
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| Yeah you know you're like a Sunday drive in Southern California |
| Picture of you on my bedroom wall |
| Sketching our names on the bathroom stall |
| Got me sweating like it's June in Arizona |
| Try to forget you I don't know how |
| Tossing my coin in the wishing well |
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