歌曲 | Birthday in Los Angeles |
歌手 | The Maine |
专辑 | Forever Halloween |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
L.A. pick up the phone | |
I need to talk to you | |
Stop sleeping with my new friends, | |
And all the old ones too | |
Remember when we met, I thought you thought I was boring | |
You called me on the phone, to arrange my birthday party | |
Well this ain't a scripted movie | |
I don’t drive a fancy car | |
Those flashing lights don’t mean a thing to me ey ey | |
Goodbye L.A. | |
You showed me around the house | |
You took me by the wrist | |
You introduced me to your pals, the scientologists | |
We cut the cake inside, | |
Then I tried to fake a smile | |
And I drank, and drank, and drank, 'cause I felt so out of style | |
But, this ain't my birthday ṗarty | |
Oh, it's just a fashion show | |
Yeah this is something, it just isn’t me ey ey | |
So long L.A. | |
Well I do miss Hollywood, enjoy the hazy city | |
I’m sure you’re feeling good | |
But soon enough you’ll miss me | |
But I ain’t got to much money, no baby | |
And nobody knows my name | |
But here is something I just have to say ey ey | |
Fuck you L.A. |
L. A. pick up the phone | |
I need to talk to you | |
Stop sleeping with my new friends, | |
And all the old ones too | |
Remember when we met, I thought you thought I was boring | |
You called me on the phone, to arrange my birthday party | |
Well this ain' t a scripted movie | |
I don' t drive a fancy car | |
Those flashing lights don' t mean a thing to me ey ey | |
Goodbye L. A. | |
You showed me around the house | |
You took me by the wrist | |
You introduced me to your pals, the scientologists | |
We cut the cake inside, | |
Then I tried to fake a smile | |
And I drank, and drank, and drank, ' cause I felt so out of style | |
But, this ain' t my birthday arty | |
Oh, it' s just a fashion show | |
Yeah this is something, it just isn' t me ey ey | |
So long L. A. | |
Well I do miss Hollywood, enjoy the hazy city | |
I' m sure you' re feeling good | |
But soon enough you' ll miss me | |
But I ain' t got to much money, no baby | |
And nobody knows my name | |
But here is something I just have to say ey ey | |
Fuck you L. A. |
L. A. pick up the phone | |
I need to talk to you | |
Stop sleeping with my new friends, | |
And all the old ones too | |
Remember when we met, I thought you thought I was boring | |
You called me on the phone, to arrange my birthday party | |
Well this ain' t a scripted movie | |
I don' t drive a fancy car | |
Those flashing lights don' t mean a thing to me ey ey | |
Goodbye L. A. | |
You showed me around the house | |
You took me by the wrist | |
You introduced me to your pals, the scientologists | |
We cut the cake inside, | |
Then I tried to fake a smile | |
And I drank, and drank, and drank, ' cause I felt so out of style | |
But, this ain' t my birthday arty | |
Oh, it' s just a fashion show | |
Yeah this is something, it just isn' t me ey ey | |
So long L. A. | |
Well I do miss Hollywood, enjoy the hazy city | |
I' m sure you' re feeling good | |
But soon enough you' ll miss me | |
But I ain' t got to much money, no baby | |
And nobody knows my name | |
But here is something I just have to say ey ey | |
Fuck you L. A. |