Redondo Beach

I met her in Redondo

Just like Jean-Paul Belmondo

I lit a cigarette and said,

"I'm glad we've met."

She took me to her casa

I didn't know if I would last

But she said, "It's all so easy."

And just like the long Zambezi

I washed onto her shores

And I almost could've swore

She said, "Look here I must confess,

You fuck like Herman Hesse writes."

But I'm not really sure

I was half out the door

And I never did go back

'Cause just like Fleetwood Mac

We broke up right there and then

And we're never good again

But every once in a while

I miss her bedroom style

And that small beach house rental

Were we fucked transcendentally

I wish I knew her name

I'd call her up again

But I guess that's just my pattern

When something really matters

I just let it go

'Cause it's better not to know