Next to Nothing

Next to nothing
That's where I'm at these days
It's easy here to coast
I've blown a year at most
"I don't need nothing"
That's what I used to say
Maybe I got it wrong
Thank God you came along

Hear me out
If you're not taken
Call me next time you're in California
I'll show you around
I'll be here waiting
Call me next time you're in California

Out of luck again
How long are you in town?
I bet you got some girl back home
And she's pacing by the phone
But do you love her?
'Cause I don't see a ring
Maybe I got this wrong
But thank God you came along

Hear me out
If you're not taken
Call me next time you're in California
I'll show you around
I'll be here waiting
Call me next time you're in California

I'll write you a song
Take you to the beach
Hungover on Sunday morning (California)
The windows are down, the radio's on
And we've got that summer feeling (California)
You cancel your plans
Move in all your things
No reason you're ever leaving (California)

Ah-ah
Ah-ah
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