She thinks I'm much too thin
She asks me if I'm sick
What's a girl to do
With friends like this
She lets me drive her car
So I can score an eighth
From the lesbians
Out west in Venice
Oh, California in the Summer
Ah, and my hair is growing long
Fuck yeah, we can live like this
But if you left it up to me
Everyday would be
A holiday from real
We'd waste our weeks
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