Oh, you make my springnAnd winter's such a mean old thingnWhen it's cold nAnd I freezenWhile the birds and the beesnChase the golden sun in the breezennBut now the birds are flying homenThey've got stories from down in MexiconOh, I envy their wingsn'Cause I've flown in my dreamsnAnd I've seen such beautiful thingsnFrom up abovenBut I have to admit without your lovenI'd rather be where the sun don't shinenAnd it rains for days at a timenn'Cause he's my Encinitas RainstormnOoh, and he gets me so freshnWhen he sees me staring out my windownLonging to be undressednAnd soaking wetnMy hair's a messnI'm out of breathnnThunder clappingnRaindrops splashing downnOh, I'm so curiousnAnd I'm so full of lustnAnd we're washin' away all this dustnWe've collectedn'Cause, honey, I'm resurrectednAnd you wouldn't believe how it's flooded awaynAll of the graynn'Cause he's my Encinitas RainstormnOoh, and he gets me so freshnWhen he sees me staring out my windownLonging to be undressednAnd soaking wetnMy hair's a messnI'm out of breathnnOh, I'm fallingnOh, I'm astoundednOh, I'm dreamin'nAnd I'm drownin'nIn all of your love