Maybe it rains too much where I'm from
Maybe he thinks I'm not his kind of fun
Maybe the stars won't align
Or they don't wanna shine on me

I don't wanna row with the wind like the waves
I'm only warm on a cold winter's day
No matter how hard I try
Nothing like he wants me to be

Oh, he only wants those girls from California
(He only wants those kind of girls)
Beach-blanket doves that'll carry his heart away
(He only wants those kind of girls)
Blue eyes, golden hair
Sun on the skin like it's always been there
He only wants those girls from California
Of California

If I could see myself playing the part
I'd light him up like Hollywood Boulevard
I'd put the salt in the sweet
Put the street lights to sleep for awhile

Maybe it's oceans that keep us apart
Maybe he's just too afraid of the dark
'Cause when he walks around
There is never a cloud in the sky
Oh, no

Oh, he only wants those girls from California
(He only wants those kind of girls)
Beach-blanket doves that'll carry his heart away
(He only wants those kind of girls)
Blue eyes, golden hair
Sun on the skin like it's always been there
He only wants those girls from California

Oh, he only wants those girls from California
(Ooh) Oh

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Writer(s): Liz Rose, Lucie Silvas, Natalie Hemby