She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
She used to be my morning sunshine
She used to be my desert rose
Along came a tall, dark stranger
Then the next thing that I know
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
People here in Victorville
Stop and ask me where she's gone
Even down at the local diner
Our favorite table is set for one
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
It's right there staring at me
On my refridgerator door
I keep it there to remind me
I don't need her love no more
Yeah right, that's what I keep it for
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
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She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
She used to be my morning sunshine
She used to be my desert rose
Along came a tall, dark stranger
Then the next thing that I know
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
People here in Victorville
Stop and ask me where she's gone
Even down at the local diner
Our favorite table is set for one
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
It's right there staring at me
On my refridgerator door
I keep it there to remind me
I don't need her love no more
Yeah right, that's what I keep it for
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
She used to be my morning sunshine
She used to be my desert rose
Along came a tall, dark stranger
Then the next thing that I know
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
People here in Victorville
Stop and ask me where she's gone
Even down at the local diner
Our favorite table is set for one
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
It's right there staring at me
On my refridgerator door
I keep it there to remind me
I don't need her love no more
Yeah right, that's what I keep it for
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, Don't call, I'll call you
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2