Lyrics
(chorus):
LA and me we're a lame combination
I mean literally
This town's got me walkin' funny
I don't know why I'm so surprised
That the city of angels is a devil in disguise
"Hey kid, I really like your tunes,
You know, they're not really jazz
and they're not really blues.
But I think there's something there I could use
Tell me, is anybody working with you?"
So he sat me down and sold me hard
He left me with his business card
You told me that when I get home
To call him on his private phone
That dude never called me back
(chorus)
I fell in love in West Hollywood
She was the next Michelle Pheiffer,
a once-in-a-lifer
We went to movies in the afternoon
And ate great, cheap Mexican food
Well, she laughed at everything I said
We spent the next three days in bed
She told me it would never work
I felt like such a stupid jerk
You know, she's gonna be a star
(chorus)
I'm trying to turn left on Beverly
and it takes an eternity
I feel the earth moving under my feet
And I'm shaking like a leaf
Stuck on the 101 freeway
And it's so fuckin' crowded, ain't nothing "free" about it
I got to get the hell out of this car
And find me a seat at the bar
So I spent every dime I got
On Coronas and tequila shots
I woke up out in Silver Lake
All black & blue with body aches
Has anybody seen my shoes?
(chorus) x2
(c) & (p) 1995-2002
all songs by Scott E. Moore,
squatty tunes, BMI
wingtip productions, inc.
lyrics reprinted with permission.
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