21st century girl left my place without a sound Cocaine and blood on my bed some dirty pictures on the ground Tied up lines and plane flights phone calls with no sound
You never dreamt it yesterday but everything can hit the ground
You count the California stars for me 'cause baby I won't make it there You are the modern sex girl disease down to the color of your hair Writing on my walls was never meant for you
You never dreamt it yesterday but everything can hit the ground