Songtext von Girl From Conejo Valley

Slow brain, winter heart, first name Ralo Walks on good behavior from his self And my old girlfriend used to not to But now knows him well Slow thinkin' Lincoln nicknamed needles Used to call me deep down from his little corner of hell And my old girlfriend used to not to But now knows him well So I say Ooo ooo oooh Helicopter, throw me a line The girl from Conejo Valley Used to be mine Motorcycle Wilson, last name's a mystery Charges for rides in his sidecar seat And my old girlfriend used to not to But now rides for free So I say Ooo ooo oooh Helicopter, throw me a line The girl from Conejo Valley Used to be mine Helicopter, throw me a line 'Cause the girl from Conejo Valley Used to be mine