I’m like pure sun, pacific coast
Burnt down celebrity homes
Started with cigarette smoke
I’m like high tide, streamlined
Almost paradise, but you wouldn’t
Recognize it
And at the end of the day
The sun goes into the water
After everyday, it glows
I’m the finest of wines
Baby, I’m a rosé
Not from California
Somewhere further away
I’m your Malibu baby
And my number’s been called
There ain’t nothin’ past me
I’m the edge of the world
I’m the edge of the world
I’m the edge of the world
I’m the edge of the world
I’m like Point Dume, June Gloom
Free parking, polluting a summer afternoon
I’m quite sixties, beach boys
Pixied, bleached, ever poised
Never buried in the noise
And at the end of the day
I’m someone’s relevant daughter
After everyday, it shows
I’m the finest of wines
Baby, I’m a rosé
Not from California
Somewhere further away
I’m your Malibu baby
All my lovers recall
There ain’t nothin’ past me
I’m the edge of the world
I’m the finest of wines
Baby, I’m a rosé
Not from California
Somewhere further away
I’m your Malibu baby
And my number’s been called
There ain’t nothin’ past me
I’m the edge of the world
I’m the edge of the world
I’m the edge of the world
I’m the edge of the world
I’m the edge of the world
I’m the edge of the world
I’m the edge of the world
I’m the edge of the world