Olivia

One, two, three, four
She'll have California blond hair and California start
She's not from around here but
Goodbye's break her heart
She grew up in a sleepy little town
But the parents split up, and the marriage went south
And now the kids are mean, but the streets are clean
So they don't say a word
Leaves for college in about a month, she's got
Bags to pack, and numbers to crunch, she's
Got a boy with long brown hair
And she seems to be the only thing he cares about
But what'll he do
For his backpack full of songs
Take him with you
But what'll he do
For his backpack full of songs
Take him with you