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She wants to live in LACome put your ash in my trayOnce upon a funky crimeWe were standing in the lineAnd now we're walkin' Melrose down to VineWell, I was askin' her to live on my farmAnd she was tellin' me "No, not today"I was tellin' her to do no harmAnd she was tellin' me she could not stayShe'd rather live in LADown in Marina del ReyI love her, I need herCan't stop until I feed herI want her so badlyHell no, my name ain't BradleyI'd wash her and clean hеrPlease tell mе, have you seen her?Outlast her, drive past herMargarita gonna be my masterBella cries and that's alright, she'sWeepin' on my shoulder again, wellBella lies and that's my type, IWish that I could hold herBella cries and that's alright, she'sLeakin' on my shoulder again, wellBella lies and that's my type, IWish that I could hold—She wants to live in LAWhere every dog has her dayFlip flops in the toaster nowScotch tape on this broken vowAnd wow, it's time to live without my puppy's childI was askin' her to live in the sticksAnd she was tellin' me there is no wayThe cheeky monkey was an anarchistAnd she was tellin' me she could not stayShe'd rather live in LADown in Marina del ReyI love her, I need herCan't stop until I feed herI want her so badlyHell no, my name ain't BradleyBella cries and that's alright, she'sWeepin' on my shoulder again, wellBella lies and that's my type, IWish that I could hold herBella cries and that's alright, she'sLeakin' on my shoulder again, wellBella lies and that's my type, IWish that I could hold…herOut on the country road, I sold my FortyThis comeback episode, hold on, shortyYes, Frank Sinatra knows the summer wind will blowAnd skinny mornings drop belowSold my FortyTo Northern JordieI'll tell you when I move to Hell and then I'll proveThe [badeleno?] said "Oh woah, woah"And now we're fallin', the one we notedBella cries and that's alright, she'sWeepin' on my shoulder again, wellBella lies and that's my type, IWish that I could hold herBella cries and that's alright, she'sLeakin' on my shoulder again, wellBella lies and that's my type, IWish that I could hold…BellaLeakin' on my shoulder again, that's BellaBella, girl, is on my team now, BellaLeakin' on my shoulder again, well, Bella
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