In our younger days
With my pretty face
One day we're gonna ride
And I wake you up, try to make the appeal
Spin you round, till you get your fill
Lend a pen to sign the deal
All you gotta do is feel
And we know where we go
On our own, on our own
When you bring me on, it's such a thrill
You squeeze me out with finest skill
Crush my rocks in your sweet mill
Totally in for the kill
And we know we become
And we know where we go
Down the road we belong
On our own
All alone
California
When we do out thing, it feels so real
On and on, all is revealed
Take it in with no appeal
All we got to do is feel"