They ain’t broke, so they put on airs,
the faux folk sans derrieres
They breathe coke and they have affairs
with each passing rock star
They come on like squares
then get off like squirrels
I hate California girls
the faux folk sans derrieres
They breathe coke and they have affairs
with each passing rock star
They come on like squares
then get off like squirrels
I hate California girls