90210

90210, 90210
Oh

What are you yellin' for?
You're screaming out your lungs all day and night
I can't control a, girl like you
She need a Saturday away from home to drink more champagne
I can't mold a, girl like you
In all designer, to remind ya
You can't buy her, just her clothes
Can't define her, can't design her
In the 90210

I can't find her, I can't find her
In the 90210
In the 90210

What are you yellin' for?
You're screaming out your lungs all day and night
I can't control a, girl like you
She need a Saturday away from home to drink more champagne
I can't mold a, girl like you
In all designer, to remind ya
You can't buy her, just her clothes
Can't define her, can't design her
In the 90210

I can't find her, I can't find her
In the 90210
In the 90210

Yeah, uh
Reverb on guitar plucks
Cigarettes and Starbucks
And her line of credits high
High as the line gets her gets her that her credit card cuts
So in love with the scene, uh
So in love with bein' seen
Probably it's time to intervene
But she doesn't care, so she keep the party goin' in the meantime

'Til it's all over, she can't rewind
If she gets her fix well then she's fine
I should prolly hit her with the peace sign
Says she wants me and I fall for it each time
She's aware she's a bad chick
Studyin' in FIDM cuttin' fabric
I really think her soul's made of plastic
End of the story is inevitably tragic

I can't find her, I can't find her
In the 90210
In the 90210

90210, 90210
Yeah, yeah
I need you, come get it
I need you, I need you
Come find it, come find it



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan G. Fryzel, Matthew Tyler Musto, Gerald Earl Gillum, Benjamin James Francis Harrison
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