Palm Spring Honey

Palm Spring Honey, let me hold your hand
It don’t matter if they understand. or not
We’ll be cruising through 805
We’ll be singing on these LA nights going
La la la la la
La la la la la
We’ve got our windows down on the 101
Heading south to the LA sun, blastin'
Bubble gum pop on the radio
Soon the sand of Santa Monica, oh oh
I fucking want you so bad
I can’t stand it
Baby I have to tell you
Palm Spring Honey, let me hold your hand
It don’t matter if they understand. or not
We’ll be cruising through 805
We’ll be singing on these LA nights
Flip flops walkin' on the wooden pier
Cotton candy after ice cold beers, it’s our
Pastel summer, looking at the stars
Vinyl kisses, vintage muscle cars
I fucking want you so bad
I can’t stand it
Baby I have to tell you
Palm Spring Honey, let me hold your hand
It don’t matter if they understand. or not
We’ll be cruising through 805
We’ll be singing on these LA nights going
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la