most girls don't tick all the boxes
they're baggage than my LA ex and don't know who the knocks is,
most girls are made-in-china-plastics,
over the counter and counterfeits
emotional gymnastics
it's summer time in Los Angeles
breathing easy on the sand til' sun burn hits
in the studio with Dan, dedicating my lips
To the girl I'm gonna man
Hell, we're gonna be famous
com'mon and roll me up the sone
cause I'm on one
I wish I could find my Taylor Swift
be bad as hell, take no one's shit
she'd be a boss and so legit
I, I, I, I
wish I could find my sweet escape
we could drink pink lemonade
stay in bed and dream away
I, I, I, I
i wish
most girls are beautiful in pictures
they are smoke-and- mirror Juliet's
they're Penn and tellers sisters
yeah, most girls are post traumatic stresses
my fight or flight is up all night untangling their messes
like summertime in Los Angeles
breathing easy on the sand til' sunburn hits
in the studio with Dan, dedicating my lips
To the girl I'm gonna man
Hell we're gonna be famous
com'mon and roll me up the sun
cause I'm one one
I wish I could find my Taylor Swift
be bad as hell, take no one's shit
she'd be a boss and so legit
I, I, I, I
wish I could find my sweet escape
we could drink pink lemonade
stay In bed and dream away
I, I, I, I,
i wish
and all the valley girls will come
with me and Ringo on the drums
yeah, I'm on one