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 on
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, 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 going on