| Oh well her skin it was softer than velvet
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| And her eyes were as bright as a child’s
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| Her lips were a promising picture
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| Warm and celluloid
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| But her words had me thinkin' too deeply
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| The meaning be-lying her face
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| Made me look just a little bit closer
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| Between the lines
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| L.A. smiles to hide the frown
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| L.A. promises to follow you down
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| L.A. teeth, and L.A. hair
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| L.A. curves that shouldn’t be there
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| They really shouldn’t be there
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| She said you’ve got to be seen at the Roxy
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| The strippers will know who we are
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| But you’ve got to be seen to be happy
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| You’re a Tinseltown Star
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| You’re going upwards and downwards and sideways
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| Man you’re really caught up in a dream
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| With your head burning under the starlight
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| From the studio scene
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| L.A. smiles to hide the frown
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| L.A. promises to follow you down
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| L.A. teeth, and L.A. hair
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| L.A. curves that shouldn’t be there
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| They really shouldn’t be there
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| L.A. inflatable, she never says no
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| L.A. insatiable, you don’t have to go
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| L.A. charisma
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| Well she knows all the famous musicians
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| Sometimes she sees how they play
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| And when the back stage passes are going
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| She really knows how to pay
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| She’s a product of rock 'n' roll livin'
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| She’s a victim of Hollywood hate
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| She’s a soul survivor
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| She’s the midnight special
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| Gonna lay you to waste
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| L.A. smiles to hide the frown
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| L.A. promises to follow you down
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| L.A. teeth, and L.A. hair
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| L.A. curves that shouldn’t be there
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| They really shouldn’t be there |