City of angels, city of stars Well, she shined brightest on that boulevard She introduced me to Jackson Brown Convertible rode me all over that town Oh, my LAX
She always carried a Polaroid camera She always had that Kodak glamour Well, she moved out there to chase her dream To be an actress on that silver screen Oh, my LAX
Well, dear seventy degrees and sunny Please hold tight to my California honey Make her famous with lots of money And tell her I wish her all the best Oh, my LAX
Nag Champa and marijuana I close my eyes and I can smell it on her Boarding a plane back to Tennessee I wonder if she's ever gonna think about me
Well, dear palm trees and palm readers Tattoo artist and make believers Please tell her next time you see her That I sure wish her all the best Oh, my LAX Oh, my LAXTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
