Palm Spring Honey

Palm Spring honey let me hold your hand
It don't matter if they understand
Or not
We'll be cruising through the 805
We'll be singing on these LA nights
Going

La la la la la la la
Ooo ooo
La la la la la la la
Ooo ooo

Our windows down on the 101
Heading south to the LA sun
Blasting
Bubble gum pop on the radio
Soon the sands of Santa Monica
Oh oh

I fucking want you so bad
I can't stand it
Baby, I have to tell you

Palm Spring honey let me hold your hand
It don't matter if they understand
Or not
We'll be cruising through the 805
We'll be singing on these LA nights
Going

Flip flops walking on the wooden pier
Cotton candy after ice cold beers
It's a
Pastel summer looking at the stars
Vinyl kisses, vintage muscle cars
Oh

I fucking want you so bad
I can't stand it
Baby, I have to tell you

Palm Spring honey let me hold your hand
It don't matter if they understand
Or not
We'll be cruising through the 805
We'll be singing on these LA nights
Going

La la la la la la la
Ooo ooo
La la la la la la la
Ooo ooo
La la la la la la



Credits
Writer(s): Robin Kause, Darrel Dier
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