The Wilkinsons - L.A. Lyrics
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L.A.
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What Are The Lyrics For L.A. By The Wilkinsons?
All the hunnies in the bathroom stalls
Drawing their lips and making business calls All the apathetic trust fund boys Making the rounds in their expensive toys I don't wanna lose you to L.A. I don't wanna lose you tonight I don't wanna lose you to L.A. And all of the bright lights, oh, all of the bight lights You can hang under the prada sign While you're walking your dog on Rodeo drive You can surgically remove your soul While you dream of your leading role I don't wanna lose you to L.A. I don't wanna lose you in the sun I don't wanna lose you to L.A. And all of the big fun, oh, all of the big fun Oh, how it starts irritate Yeah, oh, that's okay 'cause the weather is great Oh everyday, yeah You might need a lawyer for your friends Hit all the spots 'cause he can get you in Introduce yourself to glam rock stars Give 'em a ride in your electric car I don't wanna lose you to L.A. I don't wanna lose you in the sun I don't wanna lose you to L.A. And all of the big fun I don't wanna lose you to L.A. I don't wanna lose you tonight I don't wanna lose you to L.A. To L.A. and all of the bright lights Oh, all of the bight lights All the hunnies in the bathroom stalls And all the apathetic trust fund boys In L.A., L.A., la la, la la |
Who Wrote L.A. By The Wilkinsons?
Michael Dulaney, Natalie Hemby
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What's The Duration Of The L.A. By The Wilkinsons?The duration of L.A. is 3:22 minutes and seconds. |
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