West Coast Women

West coast women fucking with my head Always trying to trick me into bed Then they say they wish that I were dead West coast women fucking with my head Gonna take you to the observatory Griffith Park, I'm feeling like James Dean Staring at projected stars with me Learn their names and navigate the sea I'll find a boat while you just find some beer Sail back to my coast where the sky is clear Point out constellations on the pier I will never get you out of here West coast women West coast women West coast women West coast West coast women, fucking with my head West coast women, trick me into bed West coast women, your skin never gets red! West coast women, forget what I just said West Hollywood ain't much like Dublin Sky was gray and no one gave a shit About cappuccinos or freeway traffic Was there a point? Well, I must have missed it Glasnevin, was where my shoes got wet Kerry farmhouse, where you lost a bet Thomas St. sidewalk, covered in shit What would you know about any of it? West coast living, drove me off my head West coast living, won't go back again West coast living, I lost something there West coast living, Hollywood can burn for all I care