San Diego
I've been inside your beach house
For two minutes and
Already we've fought
It's only been T-shirt weather for a couple weeks
But your skirts are getting short
You bat your lashes
You gimme those eyes
I return your gaze with the same face as when you lie
Cuz I been on my way out
For a while now
Can't seem to cover my tracks
I gotta keep my head down
And my voice loud
As I slip into a noon-time rest
So pack your things and go
(Ooh, send me a postcard, send me a postcard)
Baby send me a postcard from San Diego
The wind's been in your hair for about three seconds
When you say you wanna go back
Smoke fills the air by the pier where you said that
You never really cared about me
So you bat your lashes
You gimme those eyes
I return your gaze with the same face as when you lie to me
Cuz I been on my way out
For a while now
Can't seem to cover my tracks
I gotta keep my head down
And my voice loud
As I slip into a noon-time rest
So pack your things and go
Baby send me a postcard from San Diego
Cuz I been on my way out
For a while now
Can't seem to cover my tracks
I gotta keep my head down
And my voice loud
As I slip into a noon-time rest
So pack your things and go
(Ooh, send me a postcard, send me a postcard)
Baby send me a postcard from San Diego
Hottest love has the coldest end
Baby send me a postcard from San Diego
Hottest love has the coldest end
Baby send me a postcard from San Diego
For two minutes and
Already we've fought
It's only been T-shirt weather for a couple weeks
But your skirts are getting short
You bat your lashes
You gimme those eyes
I return your gaze with the same face as when you lie
Cuz I been on my way out
For a while now
Can't seem to cover my tracks
I gotta keep my head down
And my voice loud
As I slip into a noon-time rest
So pack your things and go
(Ooh, send me a postcard, send me a postcard)
Baby send me a postcard from San Diego
The wind's been in your hair for about three seconds
When you say you wanna go back
Smoke fills the air by the pier where you said that
You never really cared about me
So you bat your lashes
You gimme those eyes
I return your gaze with the same face as when you lie to me
Cuz I been on my way out
For a while now
Can't seem to cover my tracks
I gotta keep my head down
And my voice loud
As I slip into a noon-time rest
So pack your things and go
Baby send me a postcard from San Diego
Cuz I been on my way out
For a while now
Can't seem to cover my tracks
I gotta keep my head down
And my voice loud
As I slip into a noon-time rest
So pack your things and go
(Ooh, send me a postcard, send me a postcard)
Baby send me a postcard from San Diego
Hottest love has the coldest end
Baby send me a postcard from San Diego
Hottest love has the coldest end
Baby send me a postcard from San Diego
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Writer(s): The Cautious, Maxwell Slade
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