Laurel was a girl i knew, Made of dirt and stone Pretty hip in younger times, Now she sits alone With a hundred thousand, Beat up architectural disasters She calls homes Beverly glen was pretty All the rich boys loved her curves She tried to get the credit sometimes More than she deserved Like those cheesy 80's movies She epitomized all things We'd come to know Beachwood was a boheme From the sexy 60's scene Grew up east of w. hollywood And somewhere in between All the madness laurel puts up with, but Somehow always tolerates a scene Nicols had a lot in common With performing arts A and r guys having cookouts On her back with super stars But she had some nasty habits and some Roadwork to repair this drama queen Sometimes beachwood yelled at laurel On the terms of selling out Then laurel yelled at beverly For not knowing what life's about With her trust fund friends and family, It felt just like an earthquake When she'd shout And silverlake just stood there With her nose up in the air Pushing up her horn rimmed glasses saying, I dont fucking care Bout the drama all you idiots are buying, Selling, leasing, up there San fernando was a struggling actor Drove a deli truck to the sets of porno Movies, just trying to make a buck While his pilot sits in escrow, he dreams of Dating beverly one day Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
