California Love
This boy; he is my California Love,
He is leaving me from New York,
To hang out with the stars above.
To be that surfer that he longs to be,
So he can be as one and feel free.
If I give myself away to him,
If I told him how I feel,
Will that make things different?
Will our secret love be less real?
This love grows stronger
Each day I see your face
Why must you leave and go to another place?
When you are there, and I am here
I shall look at our star above,
And I shall miss you, my California Love.