Kalifornia
(Lita Ford)
Mother and father came from New York City
Working their life away
Know they'll give me anything
That a little girl needs to make my life pretty
Seen you before but you're making me sore
But I'm trying not to make a sound
Couldn't help notice you were wanting me
You said I can help you make your life pretty
Oh, baby I'm a million, oh yeah
Oh, baby I'm a million
You like to mess around with your favorite guns
I hope you blow yourself to hell
Cause I've the need honey I got the greed
Just to make my life a little m
Mother and father came from New York City
Working their life away
Know they'll give me anything
That a little girl needs to make my life pretty
Seen you before but you're making me sore
But I'm trying not to make a sound
Couldn't help notice you were wanting me
You said I can help you make your life pretty
Oh, baby I'm a million, oh yeah
Oh, baby I'm a million
You like to mess around with your favorite guns
I hope you blow yourself to hell
Cause I've the need honey I got the greed
Just to make my life a little m
SIGN LANGUAGE
by Bob Dylan
You speak to me in sign language,
As I'm eating a sandwich in a small cafe
At a quarter to three.
But I can't respond to your sign language.
You're taking advantage, bringing me down.
Can't you make any sound?
'Twas there by the bakery, surrounded by fakery.
This is my story, still I'm still there.
Does she know I still care?
Link Wray was playing on a jukebox, I was paying
For the words I was saying, so misunderstood.
He didn't do me no good.
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