Cali said she saw you walking with a rose in your hand

Cali said you weren't walking alone

You're about as pretty as the picture of the flowers

You drew on my chemistry notes

Boy I really loved you oh well

That's the way it goes

Cali said she saw you lying with a hole in your head

Cali said you weren't lying no no you weren't lying alone

You're about as pretty as the picture of the flowers I drew on your

suicide note

Boy I really loved you oh well

That's the way it goes

Everyone's dying to meet you

Everyone's dying to know

Mama said you could be my antidote, well

You're about as pretty as the picture of the flowers

They drew on your pale headstone

God I really loved you oh well

That's the way it goes