| I was midnight blowing my midwest money
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| At the whiskey on the Sunset Strip
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| Just trying to catch a buzz, listening to some Guns
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| You dug I wasn’t trying to be hip
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| With those Malibu eyes, Hollywood smile
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| You know I couldn’t leave you alone
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| Cause you make me feel like Beverly Hills
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| On the cover of Rolling Stone
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| Ooh, L.A. woman
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| That’s gotta be the shortest dress I’ve ever seen
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| Ooh, L.A. woman
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| I know I’ve been drinking, but I’m thinking you’re falling for me
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| Yeah
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| Come on
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| Well, forget about that dude you been talking to
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| And just slide into my booth and sit down
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| Well, these drinks ain’t cheap, so baby dig down deep
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| In my pocket for another round
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| With those Malibu eyes, Hollywood smile
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| You know I couldn’t leave you alone
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| Cause you make me feel like Beverly Hills
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| On the cover of Rolling Stone
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| Ooh, L.A. woman
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| That’s gotta be the shortest dress I’ve ever seen
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| Ooh, L.A. woman
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| I know I’ve been drinking, but I’m thinking you’re falling for me
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| Malibu eyes
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| Yeah, your Hollywood smile
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| California girls
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| Oh, never go out of style
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| With those Malibu eyes
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| Yeah, that Hollywood smile
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| California girls
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| Oh, never go out, never go out of style
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| Ooh, L.A. woman
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| That’s gotta be the shortest dress I’ve ever seen
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| Ooh, L.A. woman
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| I know I’ve been drinking, but I’m thinking you’re falling for me
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| Ooh, L.A. woman
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| Ooh, L.A. woman |