California – Ebo – letras

The perfect cutThe perfect shirtSnakeskin boots with no oneto show toToo much cologne he leaves his home and on his hip he wears a phone to call youWhat’s your name and what’s your sign?He checks his breath another timeHe calls himself up on the phone so he doesn’t seem aloneHe dances cool yet looks absurdHe sings and doesn’t know the wordsThe black soles of his shoes he says he bought in CaliforniaBut you don’t have a clueHe studs up to the barI guess I could’ve tried to warn youHe buys a drink and you acceptHe pays your tab and doesn’t tip meThat’s uncoolI’m closing out he closed the dealI see you walking out the doorwith that foolWhat’s your name and what’s your sign?He checks his breath another timeHe calls himself up on the phone so he doesn’t seem aloneHe dances cool yet looks absurdHe sings and doesn’t know the wordsChorus:The black soles of his shoes he says he bought in CaliforniaBut you don’t have a clueHe starts up to the barI guess I could have tried to warn youIf you had a clueHis self esteem is so thin – it’s thin enough that you can see throughbut you don’t have a clueHe goes back to his friends – I bet he tells them that he boned youI see you, seeing right through meI see you seeing right through meI see you seeing right through meChorus