Santa Cruz

Today I heard about the news
That you might go to Santa Cruz
But I don’t want to think about all I’d lose
If you went to Santa Cruz

So I’m putting on my dancing shoes
To try and mask these lonesome blues
‘Cause I’m worried sick that you might
Choose to up and go to Santa Cruz

Yeah they’ve got some ocean views
But they don’t got no 'me's and 'you’s
Way out there in Santa Cruz

So I rid your bike of chains and screws so you can't ride to Santa Cruz
And I’m filling up your drink with booze so you can’t drive to Santa Cruz
And I’m hiding all your pairs of shoes so you can’t even walk to Santa Cruz
And I know you can’t afford an ocean cruise, so how you gonna get to Santa Cruz?

Oh, for love I swear I paid my dues
My heart is sore, my spirit bruised
So I’m afraid I must refusе
Your bid to move to Santa Cruz

Now all my reds and greens and blues
Will cеase to have their brilliant hues
But if you go I won’t accuse
You or me or Santa Cruz

No, if you go I won’t accuse you or me or Santa Cruz