Songtext
This is the ode to Camila Rose,
the first on our block to wear florescent clothes.
I don't know why I'm wasting my time
talkin' 'bout Camila Rose.
My best friend since we were three,
we'd communicate through ESP.
We tried L.S.D.
The trip wasn't bad 'til she told her mom
and then her mom told my dad
Camila Rose
Oh my god, you guys, you know what?
What?
Oh my god, you guys, you know what?
What?
Oh my god, you guys,
you know you had to be there.
You had to be there.
While waiting in line to see 'Hard to Hold',
she confessed to me that she was 'Jessie's Girl'.
Obsessed with G.H.'s Noah Drake's episodes
'til commercial breaks I'd wait for Camila Rose.
Camila Rose.
Oh my god, you guys, you know what?
What?
Oh my god, you guys, you know what?
What?
Oh my god, you guys,
you know you had to be there.
You had to be there.
Parked on Mullholland drive,
playing Working Class Dog,
San Fernando Valley grid twinkling through the smog.
We went all the way, we didn't stop.
'til that rent-a-cop caught our window fog.
It got weird then we got grown.
Suppose we both got lives that were our own.
But that's how it goes.
Guess everyone knows someone like Camila Rose.
Camila Rose
I always knew that you were out of your mind,
but now you know that you never left mine.
Oh my god, you guys, you know what?
What?
Oh my god, you guys, you know what?
What?
Oh my god, you guys,
you know you had to be there.
You had to be there.
