| [SANTA MONICA] | |
| When I woke up, my head was ringin', Too much alcohol, from the night before. I took a shower, put on some clean clothes, And in a moment I was headed out the door. Up through the Canyon, the road is winding. Not too much trouble though, for my 944. I hit the freeway, into the fast lane, Passing slow traffic, with the pedal on the floor. CHORUS It was a Sunday, in Santa Monica, It was a fun day yeah,'cause I spent my day with you. It was a Sunday, in Santa Monica, And Royce there's nuthin else, I would rather do, Than spend the day with you, Day with you in Santa Monica. Picked you up at your house, we headed downtown, I told a little lie, just to get a kiss. You said "you're crazy!", I said "I know it, but somethin's drivin' me, to make me act like this." We saw the big screen, your team was playin', Some beer and hot wings, seemed to hit the spot. It wasn't their day, but anyway, I know they gave it, everything they've got. CHORUS I took you up the coast, up into Malibu. A cup of coffee, before the sun went down. We saw the green drop, you really liked that. Somehow it made your day, better all around. But with the sun gone, our date was over. I took you back to town, dropped you at your car, and then I headed home, back to my lonely home, I sat for hours and hours, playin' my guitar. CHORUS |
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