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
Ooo came back a wonder bread winner
Oh 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 playing
These valley boys don't know how to get a girl naked
I like his hands rough
Like a kitchen chair cut
Got me up on that countertop
My man so hard but he stops
To say grace (baby, baby, baby)
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
Ooo came back a wonder bread winner
Oh 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 playing
These valley boys don't know how to get a girl naked
I like his hands rough
Like a kitchen chair cut
Got me up on that countertop
Put me above you
And I could feel like
How I did when I was
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 it, say it, say it, say it, say it to my face
Loving me, loving you, can't you see (Hey)
Baby
Stop
Stop and say grace
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