Cherie Currie:
[singing]
Turn up that radio, hear that rock and roll. Malibu shines like summer gold. Wild beaches in the salty wind. California summer never ends. The kids are ripping up the streets in their super cars. All night parties and loud guitars. Hot hot neighborhoods with the silver sound. Wicked Hollywood goes round and round. California, you're so nice. California, you're paradise!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:11