"L.A. Made Me"
(L.A won't let me go, L.A owns...)
Baby, baby one without a name
Can't te see they're pouring te down the drain
I know, I know, I know, I know
Painted lady, crying their on the side
Poured her cuore out, baciare him for a ride
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
Boy
Tell me, tell me why are in it for the dough?
Tell me, tell me why are te selling out your soul?
Tell me, tell me why my baby?
I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do what te say
L.A, L.A why are te tearing her apart?
L.A, L.A why are te spitting on her heart?
L.A, L.A why so shady?
She said: L.A made me...
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