Do you wanna know
About the place that is close to equator
Hell no! let's go north
Not too close to the north pole
Warsaw, is her name, she likes summer
And she's quite old
Not as old as you mom
But she's also f*cking cold
Since you bought electra
You can ride it only twice a year
Mostly cause of weather
And your neighbors gossiping you steal
If you wanna live your life
You gotta get your passport then
Pack your stuff and get a cab
Get a plane to lax
Bikini girls, so curvy
Santa Monica
They all wave to you, buddy
Santa Monica
She's not that Monica
Nor she's Saint
I'm gonna move one day
If you really wanna
Find a friend or foe
There you go
Everyday is sunny
Can't complain about the ocean too
Their cousine is bit to fat
But shit, it's gonna get to you
Freeways always busy
But surrounded by nice palm trees
Friend of mine
Brags that, once got accidently
Kissed
Then she looks at you and blink
Shake her ass to make you think
Then you make successful move
You smile at her and show your ink
Walking in slow motion, say
"Come with me, it's getting late
Not to Brag, but I should say
That I play Mitch in baywatch babe"
Bikini girls, so curvy
Santa Monica
They all wave to you, buddy
Santa Monica
She's not that Monica
Nor she's Saint
I'm gonna move one day
If you really wanna
Find a friend or foe
There you go
The Option - Santa Monica Lyrics
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English
Do you wanna know
About the place that is close to equator
Hell no! let's go north
Not too close to the north pole
Warsaw, is her name, she likes summer
And she's quite old
Not as old as you mom
But she's also f*cking cold
Since you bought electra
You can ride it only twice a year
Mostly cause of weather
And your neighbors gossiping you steal
If you wanna live your life
You gotta get your passport then
Pack your stuff and get a cab
Get a plane to lax
Bikini girls, so curvy
Santa Monica
They all wave to you, buddy
Santa Monica
She's not that Monica
Nor she's Saint
I'm gonna move one day
If you really wanna
Find a friend or foe
There you go
Everyday is sunny
Can't complain about the ocean too
Their cousine is bit to fat
But shit, it's gonna get to you
Freeways always busy
But surrounded by nice palm trees
Friend of mine
Brags that, once got accidently
Kissed
Then she looks at you and blink
Shake her ass to make you think
Then you make successful move
You smile at her and show your ink
Walking in slow motion, say
"Come with me, it's getting late
Not to Brag, but I should say
That I play Mitch in baywatch babe"
Bikini girls, so curvy
Santa Monica
They all wave to you, buddy
Santa Monica
She's not that Monica
Nor she's Saint
I'm gonna move one day
If you really wanna
Find a friend or foe
There you go
About the place that is close to equator
Hell no! let's go north
Not too close to the north pole
Warsaw, is her name, she likes summer
And she's quite old
Not as old as you mom
But she's also f*cking cold
Since you bought electra
You can ride it only twice a year
Mostly cause of weather
And your neighbors gossiping you steal
If you wanna live your life
You gotta get your passport then
Pack your stuff and get a cab
Get a plane to lax
Bikini girls, so curvy
Santa Monica
They all wave to you, buddy
Santa Monica
She's not that Monica
Nor she's Saint
I'm gonna move one day
If you really wanna
Find a friend or foe
There you go
Everyday is sunny
Can't complain about the ocean too
Their cousine is bit to fat
But shit, it's gonna get to you
Freeways always busy
But surrounded by nice palm trees
Friend of mine
Brags that, once got accidently
Kissed
Then she looks at you and blink
Shake her ass to make you think
Then you make successful move
You smile at her and show your ink
Walking in slow motion, say
"Come with me, it's getting late
Not to Brag, but I should say
That I play Mitch in baywatch babe"
Bikini girls, so curvy
Santa Monica
They all wave to you, buddy
Santa Monica
She's not that Monica
Nor she's Saint
I'm gonna move one day
If you really wanna
Find a friend or foe
There you go
Writer: Tomasz Orzechowski
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid