Lletres: Mother Hips. Channel Island Girl.

She comes from sunny Santa Barbara where the seaweed sways and waves are green and glassy.
She is so unique, she is a mountain peak.
She's tiny but she's classy.
We moved to Santa Catalina to look for work and live together there.
A sabot takes us home when our working day is done, evening finds us in an easy chair.
All summer long you have been the only person in my song.
All this year your sayings are the only ones I hear