My knuckles are white and red from my grip on this Tennessee

And it's been a while, but I can't forget your lipstick on my cheek

And I bet if this drink could talk, it would tell me to call you up

But I just raise another one to the girl I used to love

But it's just one for the money, two for the show

Three for the person that I used to know

Four and I think I might need one more

Five shots, I'm not goin' home

You remind me, girl of no one

Oh, how I love ya, California

I'm so sorry I can't call ya

Oh, how I love you, oh, California

You said you didn't want me on your list, but now you like the taste

What a waste it is to have those hips with no hands on your waist

But it's just one for the money, two for the show

Three for the person that I used to know

Four and I think I might need one more

Five shots, I'm not goin' home

You remind me (You remind me), girl of no one (Girl of no one)

Oh, how I love ya (How I love ya), California (California)

I'm so sorry (I'm so sorry) I can't call ya (I can't call ya)

Oh, how I love you (How I love ya), oh, California

I'm so sorry

I can't call ya

How I love ya

You remind me, girl of no one

Oh, how I love ya, California