9/18/02

Little blonde-haired girl, raised upon the shores

All you’ve ever wanted quickly became yours

Your daddy owns a business selling expensive cars

Providing for his family, enlightened by the stars

You’ve got the perfect body, you surf a perfect pipe

The kind of life most dream of and the magazines all hype

But you still need a shoulder to cry upon at times

I seem to be the chose, though your problems are not mine

Little blonde-haired girl, come from the western coast

You’ve got the perfect man and so you have the right to boast

You blade along the boardwalk and rest under the palms

When summer skies are warm and bright, and the sea’s nothing but calm

But when your skies turn cloudy, that’s when you run to me

Your tears falling just like the rain and rolling like the sea

And I work hard and try my best to be the perfect friend

Though when the clouds move off the coast, you up and leave again.

Little blonde-haired girl from Californ-i-a

I wonder why it is that you have to go away

Sometimes I get to thinking that I am only here

For when you’re feeling down and blue, that’s when you’re always near

But then you run away again, lie tanning in the sun

On the white and glittering sand, off to have your fun

Swimming in the ocean, and hanging with your friends

While I am left in waiting until you feel down again

Little blonde-haired girl, playing some volleyball

I’m glad that I was there for you, that I could help at all

Though tiny as your problems are, if they still hurt the same

Sometimes they can cause quite a scar, temporarily they maim

If inside you’re still hurting, no less important is the pain

Even as some certain people think it’s all a game

But don’t become just like them, thinking yours are the worst

Know pain can come at any time, when ere’ a dream is burst