West Coast Girls

I got your letter in the mail today
Por avion it was marked outside
That must have been a lonely ride
I wasn’t one for writing a reply
So I’m dying because you left me here
And, come to think about it
You’re why I’m terrified of

West coast girls you’re suicide
You know you really freak me out
You make me want to bungee jump
Without a rope into the deep blue sea

Five thousand, six hundred fifty-two miles
In a sultry way, you convinced me
To let you go into the past
Your calls from Paris, girl, I missed again
So we blame it on the time difference
But, come to think about it
You’re why I’m terrified of