Paroles de California

I met her, while in France We had a brief romance She rubbed my arm I rubbed her arm Then we dirty-danced She moved down to L.A She met a dude, okay He sawed her head off with a knife Now she's gone away Hid away Hid away Hid away Went away California's nice It snowed there once or twice Bullets fly across the sky The path is smooth and tight I caught one at the bus stop I said: "Hey man, I've been shot." I felt the warm blood rolling down Now it's gone away Hid away Hid away Hid away I met her, while in France We had a brief romance She rubbed my arm I rubbed her arm Then we dirty-danced She moved down to L.A She met a dude, okay He sawed her head off with a knife Now she's gone away Hid away Hid away Hid away