[Verse 1]
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
Then you called me on the phone
To arrange my birthday party
[Chorus]
Well this ain't a scripted movie
I don't drive a fancy car
Those flashing lights don't mean a thing to me
Goodbye L.A
[Verse 2]
You showed me around the house
Took me by the wrist
Introduced me to your pals
The scientologists
We cut the cake and sang
And I tried to fake a smile
Then I drank and drank and drank
Because I felt so out of style
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
Then you called me on the phone
To arrange my birthday party
[Chorus]
Well this ain't a scripted movie
I don't drive a fancy car
Those flashing lights don't mean a thing to me
Goodbye L.A
[Verse 2]
You showed me around the house
Took me by the wrist
Introduced me to your pals
The scientologists
We cut the cake and sang
And I tried to fake a smile
Then I drank and drank and drank
Because I felt so out of style
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