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High heels. Downtown. L.A. |
CD: Blue Light Love
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Story Behind the Song
It's about a cat who lived at Paramount Studios. In the parking lot. Under cars. No one could own her. It's about a rebel without a clue. Try it, you'll like it!
Lyrics
Living in L.A.
You'll call the cops one day.
I knew this cat.
She lived at Paramount Studios.
On the parking lot.
Under cars.
No one could own her.
(She was a renegade.)
Run, baby. Run baby run.
Yeah, I had a gun, but I never shot anyone.
Yeah, I had a closet but I never had any secrets.
Yeah, I have some DNA, but I never blamed anyone.
I never cloned anyone.
(She was a renegade.)
Run, baby. Run baby run.
There was a guy who tried to pick me up.
But I said "I ain't down, and you're not enough.
So why don't you leave?
Go cry on someone else's sleeve."
(She was a renegade.)
Run, baby. Run baby run.
Ya know the lipstick calls me and the sewer calls me and the pilgrims call me...
(Yoo hoo!)
High heels. Downtown. L.A.
A dangerous place to play.
The righteous in the fray.
No one hears them pray.
Run baby run.
(She was a renegade.)
There was this cat who lived at Paramount.
No one could own her.
(She was a renegade.)
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