Ryan Cassata California Woman
Staring at the ceiling wishing I could see the stars
There's too much light pollution in California where we are
And I am too afraid to be left so I just don't ever leave
It'll take flying saucers to get rid of me
I'm faint hearted, dropping at the sight of blood
You like chains and whips, you wanna play it rough
My cards are on the table and I'm getting handcuffed
Getting freaky
You're the only woman who gets to hold the keys
You better hold them a while to make a man out of me
We quit drinking we don't even f..ck with drugs
We still get heated, we're getting real fired up
We can go all night, and you can tell me when you've had enough
We don't even notice til the sunrise, lights your face
Call it disappearing, it's a vacation
It's a hideaway
Call it going missing, it's just friction, it's a holiday
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Call it going missing, it's just friction, it's a holiday
I'm faint hearted, dropping at the sight of blood
You like chains and whips, you wanna play it rough
My cards are on the table and I'm handcuffed
Getting freaky
You're the only woman, that gets to hold the keys
Throw ‘em in the river to make a man out of me
You're making dinner, wearing leather
You like fire and blood
You keep me guessing I ain't stressing
Swear that we are in love
Locked and loaded, rock n' rolling
My fever is climbing up
Handcuffed and you're swallowing the keys
California woman, she made a man out of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
This is California living, it's alright with me
California woman, she made a man out of me
