Most girls won't tick all of the boxes
Throw baggages in my LAX
And don't know who The Knocks is
Most girls are made-in-China plastics
Over-the-counter counterfeits
Emotional gymnastics

It's summertime in Los Angeles
Livin' easy on the sand 'til the sunburn hits
In the studio with Dan, dedicating my lips
To the girl I'm gonna man
Hell, we're gonna be famous
Come on and blow me up the Sun
Cause I'm on one

I wish
I could find my Taylor Swift
Be bad as hell, take no one's shit
She'd be a boss and so legit
I, I, I, I
I wish
I could find my sweet escape
We could drink pink lemonade
And stay in bed and dream awake
I, I, I, I
I wish

Most girls are beautiful in pictures
The smoke-and-mirror Juliets
The Penn and Teller sisters
Most girls are post-traumatic stresses
Like firefighters up all night
Untangling their messes

It's summertime in Los Angeles
Livin' easy on the sand til the sunburn hits
In the studio with Dan, dedicating my lips
To the girl I'm gonna man
Hell, we're gonna be famous
Come on and blow me up the Sun
Cause I'm on one

I wish
I could find my Taylor Swift
Be bad as hell, take no one's shit
She'd be a boss and so legit
I, I, I, I
I wish
I could find my sweet escape
We could drink pink lemonade
And stay in bed and dream awake
I, I, I, I
I wish

And all the valley girls will come
With me and Ringo on the drums
Yeah, I'm on one

I wish
I could find my Taylor Swift
Be bad as hell, take no one's shit
She'd be a boss and so legit
I, I, I, I
I wish
I could find my sweet escape
We could drink pink lemonade
And stay in bed and dream awake
I, I, I, I
I wish