Laurel was a girl I knew,   made of dirt and stone   pretty hip in younger years,   now she sits alone   with a hundred thousand,   architectural disasters   that she calls homes      and beverly glen was pretty   all the rich boys loved her curves   she tried to get the credit sometimes   more than she deserved   like those cheesy 80’s movies   epitomized in all things   we’d come to know      beachwood was a boheme   from the sexy 60’s scene   grew up east of west hollywood   and somewhere in between   all the madness laurel puts up with , but   somehow always tolerates a scene      and nicols you know it had a way   with performing arts   a and r guys having cookouts   on hers back with super stars   but it had some nasty habits and some   pothouse to cover up this drama queen      sometimes beachwood yelled at laurel   on the terms of selling out   then laurel yelled at beverly   for not knowing what life’s about   with her trust fund friends and family,   it felt an earthquake   when she’d shout      and silverlake just stood there   with her nose up in the air   pushing up her horn rimmed glasses saying,   i dont fucking care   bout the madsness all you idiots are buying,   selling, and leasing, up there      san fernando was a struggling actor   drove a deli truck to all the sets of porno   movies, he was just trying to make a buck   while his pilot was in escrow, he dreamed of   dating beverly one day