California

The perfect cut
 The perfect shirt
 Snakeskin boots with no one
 to show to
 Too much cologne he leaves his home and on his hip he wears a phone to call you
 What's your name and what's your sign?
 He checks his breath another time
 He calls himself up on the phone so he doesn't seem alone
 He dances cool yet looks absurd
 He sings and doesn't know the words
 The black soles of his shoes he says he bought in California
 But you don't have a clue
 He studs up to the bar
 I guess I could've tried to warn you
 He buys a drink and you accept
 He pays your tab and doesn't tip me
 That's uncool
 I'm closing out he closed the deal
 I see you walking out the door
 with that fool
 What's your name and what's your sign?
 He checks his breath another time
 He calls himself up on the phone so he doesn't seem alone
 He dances cool yet looks absurd
 He sings and doesn't know the words
 Chorus:
 The black soles of his shoes he says he bought in California
 But you don't have a clue
 He starts up to the bar
 I guess I could have tried to warn you
 If you had a clue
 His self esteem is so thin - it's thin enough that you can see through
 but you don't have a clue
 He goes back to his friends - I bet he tells them that he boned you
 I see you, seeing right through me
 I see you seeing right through me
 I see you seeing right through me
 Chorus