Olivia

One, two, three, four...

She'll have California blond hair and California start

She's not from around here but

Goodbye's break her heart

She grew up in a sleepy little town

But the parents split up, and the marriage went south

And now the kids are mean, but the streets are clean

So they don't say a word

Leaves for college in about a month, she's got

Bags to pack, and numbers to crunch, she's

Got a boy with long brown hair

And she seems to be the only thing he cares about

But what'll he do

For his backpack full of songs

Take him with you

But what'll he do

For his backpack full of songs

Take him with you