Alba s touto skladbou:
Strings 'n' Stripes,
Bury Me In Vegas,
Song I wish I wrote,
Covers,
I know a place where the girls are always meaner
If you ain't rich, they're goin' nowhere near your wiener
Sippin' Starbucks venti skinny mocha chai tea
with foam
Drivin' Escalades while they're texting and re-tweeting
on i-phones
You can try to approach us, but we're all the same we don't care what your name is
We'll look at you for a second, but that's just to make sure that you're not famous
California girls we're unreliable
Never worked a day in our lives
Hybrid Dogs in bags we leave em' in the car
OWOWOWOWOW
California girls we're so predictable
Hottest bodies money can buy
Spray tanned silicone boobs are indestuctable
Boing Boing Boing Boing Boing
Sign your name on the dotted line
Don't need brains if that ass is fine
Once you cross the L.A. Border
You develop an eating disorder
Sell your soul, dance on the pole
Bang Charlie Sheen just for a role
Nose jobs, tummy tucks
These are the girls I like to... hang out with
Inflate your lips. Loose the hips
See through shirts show off your nips
Paparazzi is everywhere
Oops forgot your underwear
Katy my Lady, I'm all up onya
Cus you're representin' California
But you know I'd still be all up inya
Even if that ass was from Virginia
And you know that you can bet your butt
That I'd do girls from Connecticut
I could really fill my booty quota
By bangin' out ho's from Minnesota
California Girls we are so are desperate
Sold our souls for fortune and fame
Soon we'll look like Cher or Melanie Griffith
OW OW OW OW AGHH
