I'll pick you up – just tell me when you land
It's raining in L.A. and everyone's gone mad
I'd love to take you to the desert, but you hate making plans
I'll pick you up – just tell me when you land
Now all my songs, they're sounding out-of-tune
The ocean's just a trinket – a gift from me to you
And I want to sing your praises 'cause you've been felling blue
But all my songs are sounding out-of-tune
You're a drag queen's dress
You're a plastic knife
You're pretty, dangerous, and so untrue
Yeah, it's all been said a couple million times
But why'd you make me fall in love with you
The last time I dropped you off at LAX
I kissed you on the forehead; I wish you all the best
I realized you'd never stay put the last time that you left
The last time I dropped you off at LAX
But if you want to come back in the spring
We could go to the movies, we could do anything
It's all within reason; it's all been in my dreams
If you want to come back in the spring
You're a toy I like; you're a traffic light
You're the thing I stop and go for when I move
Yeah I'll never know if it's wrong or right
Or why you made me fall in love with you
Yeah I'll never know if it's wrong or right
Or why you made me fall in love with
