Letras
They say there's plenty
Fish in the sea
But I'm looking around
Looks like none of them
Are for me
(Not while I'm sober at least)
She could be way down South
She could be waiting by the bar
With a cigarette in her mouth
(Too bad she's missing teeth)
And I know, that I'm a mess
But you've got me hanging
By a thread
Ooo Ooo
I'm looking for
Ooo Ooo
Something more
I wanna go to
San Diego with you
I wanna go to
San Diego with you
Maybe she's a big fan of the Smith's
She's got big blue eyes
And a tattoo on her wrist
(If only she weren't 6 foot 6)
Or maybe she's in that big old car
Could you buy us all lunch
With your daddy's credit card
(She speaks French so I don't get far)
And I know, that I'm a mess
But you've got me hanging
By a thread
Ooo Ooo
I'm looking for
Ooo Ooo
Something more
I wanna go to
San Diego with you
I wanna go to
San Diego with you