In Ink Please Too Hot There Anyhow
California
You sent me just what I thought needed
Straight from the orange groves, soft and sweet
Brought to me by jetplane
Something I was certainly not expecting;
Straight up the west coast, all blue and green from the air
And I was thanking you as I
Paced 'round the vestibule with that gold star on my mind
California
You would not believe the week I'm having
Handling your merchandise
But I'll send it back like you've asked
Even though I'm not quite through
You and I have had our differences
In the past, but, California, can we call a temporary truce?
So I can see some palm trees and
Walk the piers
And get myself south enough of here
To feel some sunshine for the first time in a long time
It would be a lie if I said that I did not enjoy
The preview you sent up to me of your winter line
But in the future, please don't bother
With samples or mailings or product descriptions
Of things you know I want, but you never have on hand
And I don't understand;
I keep calling, placing my order
I would pay for what I want
Over and over and over and over and over
But I don't need undoing
Reconstruction or improving
And, California, I have got my pride
