[Verse 1]
Most girls won't tick all of the boxes
More baggage than my LA ex and don't know who The Knocks is
Most girls are made-in-China plastics
Over-the-counter counterfeits; emotional gymnastics
[Pre-Chorus]
It's summertime in Los Angeles
Livin' easy on the sand 'til the sunburn hits
In the studio with Dan, dedicating my lips
To the girl I'm gonna man; hell, we're gonna be famous
Come up and blow me up the sun
Cause I'm on one
[Chorus]
I wish I could find my Taylor Swift
Be bad as hell; take no one's shit
She'd be a boss and so legit
I, I, I, I
Yeah, I wish I could find my sweet escape
We could drink pink lemonade
And stay in bed and dream awake
I, I, I, I
I wish
[Verse 2]
Most girls are beautiful in pictures
The smoke-and-mirror Juliets, the Penn and Teller sisters
Yeah, most girls are post-traumatic stresses
Like fight-or-flighters, up all night untangling their messes
[Pre-Chorus]
It's summertime in Los Angeles
Livin' easy on the sand til the sunburn hits
In the studio with Dan, dedicating my lips
To the girl I'm gonna man; hell, we're gonna be famous
Come up and blow me up the sun
Cause I'm on one
[Chorus]
I wish I could find my Taylor Swift
Be bad as hell; take no one's shit
She'd be a boss and so legit
I, I, I, I
Yeah, I wish I could find my sweet escape
We could drink pink lemonade
And stay in bed and dream awake
I, I, I, I
I wish
[Pre-Chorus]
And all the valley girls will come
With me and Ringo on the drums
Yeah, I'm on one
[Chorus]
I wish I could find my Taylor Swift
Be bad as hell; take no one's shit
She'd be a boss and so legit
I, I, I, I
Yeah, I wish I could find my sweet escape
We could drink pink lemonade
And stay in bed and dream awake
I, I, I, I
I wish