Cold California ||Verse 1:|Long blond hair with a streak of gold|Too young to want to grow old|She's a Plath poem in the sunshine|But I'd give her whatever she'd like ||Chorus:|She'd fall in love with a cold California|With a sunset in the freezing rain|She's a rocking chair and a beachfront|Staring across the snow and the waves||Verse 2:|Some want the sand under their feet|Warm with a soft gentle breeze|Toothpick umbrellas shading their drinks|A walk hand in hand as the sky turns pink||Chorus:||I'm a Florida boy but she makes me wanna|Fall in love with Cold California|