They tell me that you're wicked California they say that you're a woman of the world
But them that steal your fruit don't understand you
So tell me that you're not that kind of girl

Lay some kindness on me California baby please don't close your heart to mine
Treat me like a son who's come to see you and bathe me in that California sunshine
They talk about your bad side California they say that you're a painted tainted pearl
While clinging to your cliffs in little boxes so tell me that you're not that kind of girl

They think that they have made you California a fickle creature of a tinseled world
It's them that court your favors that misuse you
But show me that you're not that kind of girl

Hold me to your bosom California and tell me of the secrets in your mind
I've traveled many weary miles to see you and bathe me in the California sunshine
They talk about your bad side California...