(One, two, three, four)

You dont ever have to be stronger than you really are
When youre lying in my arms, baby
You dont ever have to go faster than your fastest pace
Or faster than my fastest cars

I shouldnt have done it, but I read it in your letter
You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better
I wanted to reach out, but I never said a thing
I shouldnt have done it, but I read it in your letter
You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better
I wanted to call you, but I didnt say a thing
(Two, three, four)

Oh, Ill pick you up
If you come back to America, just hit me up
Cause this is crazy love, Ill catch you on the flipside
If you come back to California, you should just hit me up

Well do whatever you want, travel wherever how far
Well hit up all the old places
Well have a party, well dance til dawn
Ill pick up all of your Vogues and all of your Rolling Stones
Your favorite liquor off the top shelf
Ill throw a party all night long

You dont ever have to be stronger than you really are
When youre lying in my arms, and, honey
You dont ever have to act cooler than you think you should
Youre brighter than the brightest stars

Youre scared to win, scared to lose
Ive heard the war was over if you really choose
The one in and around you
You hate the heat, youve got the blues
Changing like the weather, oh, thats so like you
The Santa Ana moves you
(Two, three, four)

Oh, Ill pick you up
If you come back to America, just hit me up
Cause this is crazy love, Ill catch you on the flipside
If you come back to California, you should just hit me up

Well do whatever you want, travel wherever how far
Well hit up all the old places
Well have a party, well dance til dawn
Ill pick up all of your folks and all of your Rolling Stones
Your favorite liquor off the top shelf
Ill throw a party all night long

Oh, Ill pick you up
If you come back to America, just hit me up
Cause this is crazy love, Ill catch you on the flipside
If you come back to California, you should just hit me up