Текст песни Adam Friedman - Lemonade

I went down to Georgia, looking for the one I even checked in New York City, I didn't have no luck So I'm going to S.C., where all you pretty girls are hiding I got my old school Chevy, and my labrador Headed down to the liquor store Begging California, you're my last hope Give me someone I can take home And, I don't how much longer that I can wait So make her 5'5", big brown eyes and sweet like lemonade I got that good cologne And I got that charm I just need a pretty Cali girl To put under my arm And I know what you need darlin' But I need it too A little love and affection all night long I got a whole bunch for you I'm going out to California, you're my last hope Give me someone I can take home And, I don't how much longer that I can wait So make her 5'5", big brown eyes and sweet like lemonade Now that I got you wrapped up in my arms There ain't nobody else to hold (no) Now that I got you wrapped up in my arms There ain't no other place to go But California, you're my last hope Give me someone I can take home And, I don't how much longer that I can wait So make her 5'5", big brown eyes and sweet like lemonade California, you're my last hope Give me someone I can take home And, I don't how much longer that I can wait So make her 5'5", big brown eyes and sweet like lemonade 5'5", big brown eyes and sweet like lemonade
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