Los Angeles

Yeah

I was feelin' down
I was lookin' dead
When she looked at me
With dreamy eyes of red

She could make me move
With a lizard style
In Los Angeles
She can make me move
In the desert wild
In Los Angeles, baby, if you please

She was six feet tall
In a golden dress
On the silver screen
She really made me a mess

I stole her shadow
Crawl across the room
In Los Angeles
And I stole her love
On a witch's broom
In Los Angeles, baby, if you please

And I took a trip
With a power man
He took me places, baby
You really can't imagine

Ridin' through the hills
I was flyin' hard
In Los Angeles
I was ridin' crazy
Down the boulevard
In Los Angeles, baby, if you please

I was ridin' low
I was ridin' high
I was ridin' crazy
Tell me
What's your move now
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Mitchell, Howard Ackerman, Gary Sunshine, Ricky Beck Mahler, Thomas Ryan Maher
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