Won't you let me wipe the sleep out of my eyes?
Can't you see I'm coming to
Give me water-my first cigarette, cigarette
Sara Cina says there's love in California
But the way she contradicts, you know it's not just for you
And on the highway out of Tempe, Arizona
She might find a way to change your mind
In a roadside bar, where everything is dark
She's the first to order beer
Jukebox's singing, "You, my brown-eyed girl, brown-eyed girl."
Sara Cina says there's love in California
But the way she contradicts, you know it's not just for you
And on the highway out of Tempe, Arizona
She might find a way to change your mind
West Covina is about as far as she would go
When she said, "I'm goin' home,"
A whiskey bottle-and my last cigarette, cigarette
Sara Cina says there's love in California
But the way she contradicts, you know it's not just for you
And on the highway out of Tempe, Arizona
She might find a way to change your mind
She might find a way to change your mind
She might find a way to change your mind
The Pistoleros - Sara Says Lyrics
The Pistoleros - Sara Says Lyrics
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Won't you let me wipe the sleep out of my eyes?
Can't you see I'm coming to
Give me water-my first cigarette, cigarette
Sara Cina says there's love in California
But the way she contradicts, you know it's not just for you
And on the highway out of Tempe, Arizona
She might find a way to change your mind
In a roadside bar, where everything is dark
She's the first to order beer
Jukebox's singing, "You, my brown-eyed girl, brown-eyed girl."
Sara Cina says there's love in California
But the way she contradicts, you know it's not just for you
And on the highway out of Tempe, Arizona
She might find a way to change your mind
West Covina is about as far as she would go
When she said, "I'm goin' home,"
A whiskey bottle-and my last cigarette, cigarette
Sara Cina says there's love in California
But the way she contradicts, you know it's not just for you
And on the highway out of Tempe, Arizona
She might find a way to change your mind
She might find a way to change your mind
She might find a way to change your mind
Can't you see I'm coming to
Give me water-my first cigarette, cigarette
Sara Cina says there's love in California
But the way she contradicts, you know it's not just for you
And on the highway out of Tempe, Arizona
She might find a way to change your mind
In a roadside bar, where everything is dark
She's the first to order beer
Jukebox's singing, "You, my brown-eyed girl, brown-eyed girl."
Sara Cina says there's love in California
But the way she contradicts, you know it's not just for you
And on the highway out of Tempe, Arizona
She might find a way to change your mind
West Covina is about as far as she would go
When she said, "I'm goin' home,"
A whiskey bottle-and my last cigarette, cigarette
Sara Cina says there's love in California
But the way she contradicts, you know it's not just for you
And on the highway out of Tempe, Arizona
She might find a way to change your mind
She might find a way to change your mind
She might find a way to change your mind
Writer: LAWRENCE ZUBIA, MARK STEVEN ZUBIA
Copyright: Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING