Tell me why do I allow
The feeling to come rushing out, right away
Without the thought of complication
How did you come back and forth
Holding Karama just for worth
And by the way, your silver platters made from clay
Oh, I wanna be
Your Miss Malibu
Everything you dream, everything you do
More than just a promise, more than cheap perfume
What I wouldn't give, to be Miss Malibu
Never one to worship
(Never one to worship)
Vacant Taboos
(Vacant Taboos)
But I'll do what it takes
(But I'll do what it takes)
To be Miss Malibu
(Malibu)