Sophie B. Hawkins California Here I Come текст песни, слова песни California Here I Come Sophie B. Hawkins
Sophie B. Hawkins - California Here I Come
Poor you
Playing so long but you're still not grooving
I see you running but I see you ain't moving
And me
Pitiful me
I sleep with both eyes open but I'm just not seeing
The forest let alone the trees
California here I come
Open up your golden arms
I had enough of the New York City slums
My brother he went before me
My God watch over me
California here I come
Can we stop
Obsessing
There's food on the table let's count our blessings
How come we wanna be messing
Messing around
With the wild wild west
Must be a better life than this
How come
Some people got it all
Some people got none
I been banging my head against
The writing on the wall
But now
I just wanna have fun
California here I come
Open up your golden arms
I had enough of the New York City slums
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