West Coast.
Oh, we talked about the West Coast.
And how she was getting home.
A tired little combi van.
A place that she could call her home.
I don't know why I love her so.
I really hate to see her go.
My itty bitty pretty one.
My itty bitty pretty one.
Well, I took her back to my place.
I turned the lights down low.
I set a couple of dinner plates.
I guess I didn't really know.
Oh, I don't know why I love her so.
I really hate to see her go.
My itty bitty pretty one.
My itty bitty pretty one.
Come on.
Oh, and now it's been a long, long time.
And I could never call her mine.
A tired little love affair.
A broken heart and broken chest.
Oh, I don't know why I love her so.
I really hate to see her go.
It's like a dagger in my heart.
It's like a dagger in my heart.
It's like a dagger in my heart.
It's like a dagger in my heart.
Ha!