3 acessos
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you"
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
She used to be my morning sunshine
She used to be my desert rose
Along came a tall, dark stranger
Then the next thing that I know…
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you"
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
People here in Victorville
Stop and ask me where she's gone
Even down at the local diner
Our favorite table is set for one
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you"
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
It's right there staring at me
On my refridgerator door
I keep it there to remind me
I don't need her love no more
Yeah right, that's what I keep it for
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you"
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2
She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you"
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2