Livin' in L.A. is so much a fight
Boy you is
Let's go across the tracks where pussy ain't no feline
Rev
I'm on the lame train
I got a first-class ticket on
My money's gone my tank is empty This dope-filled
She's got high top moccasins And shines in the
There was a haunting Evil breeze blowing off the
Don't really know How much longer I can stick
It's a little past supper time I'm still out
I'm your door to door lover I'm your cyclone
Baby, baby why won't you let me be You're
Maria's cryin and I don't understand It takes two
Painted a perfect picture And busted my frame
Shame up till today I was doin fine In
Nobody knows how to tie the simple knots that I
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