how nice it is when the weather is hot.
Now there's no question, the sun has returned,
with vengeance I say, 'cause the lesson is learned,
always wear sunscreen or you'll be burned.
The lush vegetation withered and died,
if you're out in the sun soon you'll be fried.
You ask every morning: what should I wear?
The answer is simple, legs should be bare,
a smile on your face and sun bleached hair.
You lay on the beach, or surf on the wave,
put on a bikini, but wax and shave.
Not looking good is an aberration,
lipstick, shades, mascara, foundation,
lack of brains needs compensation.
Sunny days, it's like a vacation,
still I'm loosing my fascination,
with what we call Californication.
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