Blonde

Your lips take me to California Your body takes me to the sky I know I'm fuckin' dying for you So baby give me yours all night Blue eyes crystal clear And tan lined freckled fears in you I want to take that ride My only piece of pride is you 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 And tan lined freckled fears in you I want to take that ride My only piece of pride is you Yeah, I'm thinking Thinking who could she love Yeah, I'm thinking Thinking who could she love Yeah, I'm thinking Thinking who could she love 'Cause I know baby When I dream of sunshine or paradise When I dream of living that simple life When I dream of running away tonight I hear your voice whispering 'Cause baby you're my You're my young west coast, yeah You're my young west coast And baby you're my You're my young west coast And I know baby I know who I'm thinking of --- Blonde - Black Atlass