Like an Appalachian milk carton kid I went missing
I cut my hair, thought you'd look at me different
You were downstairs dusting off the BowFlex
And all of my near and dear friends became coke heads
Big city, sinner
Ooh came back a wonder bread winner
Ooh and I left for LA
Fast cars and steak dinner
No one can do it like my broken Buick
Babe
Honey I'm home
Fuck I'm not playin'
These Valley boys don't know
How to get a girl naked
I like his hands rough like a kitchen chair cu'
Got me up on that countertop
My man so hard but he stops
To say grace
Stop
And say, grace
Roll me up that, sell me some of that hometown grown weed
Bourbon gold suburban all covered up in grease
Seen it all, that's what I call that Californiacation
Thinking 'bout you baby use your imagination
I'm a sinner
Ooh came back a wonder bread winner
Ooh and I left for LA
Fast cars and steak dinner
No one can do it like my broken Buick
Babe
Honey I'm home
Fuck I'm not playin'
These Valley boys don't know
How to get a girl naked
I like his hands rough like a kitchen chair cu'
Got me up on that countertop
Put me above you
And I could feel like
How I did when I would
Dancing with you in that living room
Got me up on that countertop
I didn't tell you to
Stop and say grace
Baby baby baby baby
Stop and say
Say say say say say it to my face
Loving me loving you
Can't you see
Hey
Baby
Stop
Stop and say grace
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