Santa Monica
Baby if I
Could be your guy
I'll never let you go
Let me tell you all your favorite things in just one hand
Country music, baseball, wine and dogs and theme parks
Don't know what you want from me
Begging you on my knees
Come on
Go out with me
And you'll just see
What a nice guy I am
Santa Monica
(Whoah ooo whoah ooo whoah ooo whoah ooo)
Santa Monica
You don't like giving me hugs
But I don't give a ****
I still want ya
I still want ya
You don't like giving me hugs
But I don't give a ****
I still want ya
I still want ya
You deny these flirty vibes
But you know you'd so so pipe
(I mean come on admit it)
I'm just messing with ya or am I just delirious
Santa Monica
(Whoah ooo whoah ooo whoah ooo whoah ooo)
Santa Monica
Blond so hair
I mean
Couldn't stop staring at her
Damn
Leggings so tight
The North Face all day
I wanna be on her just like a ladder
I promise I'll be nice
I won't even bite
Unless you want me to
Boo
I'm calling your name out
I want ya
Santa Monica
Santa Monica no
Santa Monica no
Santa Monica ooo
If I were to be with you
I'll tell Sam to go
(Away)
(Away)
(Away)
(Away)
If I were to be with you
I'll tell Sam to go
(Away)
(Away)
(Away)
(Away)
If I were to be with you
If I were to be with you
I'll tell Sam to go a
Away
(Dude I don't know)
(I can't believe I made a song about her)
Could be your guy
I'll never let you go
Let me tell you all your favorite things in just one hand
Country music, baseball, wine and dogs and theme parks
Don't know what you want from me
Begging you on my knees
Come on
Go out with me
And you'll just see
What a nice guy I am
Santa Monica
(Whoah ooo whoah ooo whoah ooo whoah ooo)
Santa Monica
You don't like giving me hugs
But I don't give a ****
I still want ya
I still want ya
You don't like giving me hugs
But I don't give a ****
I still want ya
I still want ya
You deny these flirty vibes
But you know you'd so so pipe
(I mean come on admit it)
I'm just messing with ya or am I just delirious
Santa Monica
(Whoah ooo whoah ooo whoah ooo whoah ooo)
Santa Monica
Blond so hair
I mean
Couldn't stop staring at her
Damn
Leggings so tight
The North Face all day
I wanna be on her just like a ladder
I promise I'll be nice
I won't even bite
Unless you want me to
Boo
I'm calling your name out
I want ya
Santa Monica
Santa Monica no
Santa Monica no
Santa Monica ooo
If I were to be with you
I'll tell Sam to go
(Away)
(Away)
(Away)
(Away)
If I were to be with you
I'll tell Sam to go
(Away)
(Away)
(Away)
(Away)
If I were to be with you
If I were to be with you
I'll tell Sam to go a
Away
(Dude I don't know)
(I can't believe I made a song about her)
Credits
Writer(s): Greg Eklund, Craig Montoya, Arthur P Alexakis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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