L.A.

I remember the drive at two AM
I remember I felt so damn content
We talked about your job
And we talked about my friends
I was only seventeen, you're my story with no end

Caffeine fueled insomnia
And endless words in cardboard cups
I'm thinking that we talk too much

I don't know why
You don't interrupt
I fell in love back in Los Angeles
I pictured your hands
I pictured your lips
I pictured us both giving into this
Wanderlust
Wanderlust

Saw you stare in China Town
Thought you had me figured out
We talked about your Mom
We talked about my cat
Funky and offbeat
I kinda like it like that

And I don't know why
You don't interrupt
I fell in love back in Los Angeles
I pictured your hands
I pictured your lips
I pictured us both giving into this
Wanderlust
Wanderlust

Baby won't you shut up
Come on just give up
You know this is what we want
I'm dying trying to hide it
Oh baby don't fight it
This thing is coming on and on

Los Angeles
Fell in love
Los Angeles

I don't know why
You don't interrupt
I fell in love back in Los Angeles
I pictured your hands
I pictured your lips
I pictured us both giving into this
I don't know why
You don't interrupt
I fell in love back in Los Angeles
I pictured your hands
I pictured your lips
I pictured us both, both, both
Wanderlust
Wanderlust



Credits
Writer(s): Margaret Ellen Becker, Emmalea Laceyanne Deal
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