Lisa Bastoni: Music

I followed you to California
But you never took a second look at me
I was the girl next door
Who laughed too easy
Who waited an eternity

Chorus:
For you to think of how
You might have loved me
If I hadn't been such a good friend
I can't hide, I can't pretend
Would you make it real
Or make this sweet misery end

I am not a West Coast girl
I'm just a transplant
From your familiar world
I thought I'd hang around long enough
Maybe I'd get to feel a touch of your love

But now you wish they all could be California girls

Chorus

My bags are packed I'm ready to go
But there's one last thing I've got to know
It might sound kind of dumb in retrospect
But my pockets are empty
I'm calling collect

Chorus


(c) and (p) 2002 Lisa Bastoni