She wants to live in LA Come put your ash in my tray
Once upon a funky crime We were standing in the line And now we're walking Melrose down to Vine
Well, I was asking her to live on my farm And she was telling me "No, not today" I was telling her to do no harm And she was telling me she could not stay
She'd rather live in LA Down in Marina del Rey
I love her, I need her Can't stop until I feed her I want her so badly Hell no, my name ain't Bradley
I'd wash her and clean hеr Please tell mе, have you seen her? Outlast her, drive past her Margarita gonna be my master
Bella cries and that's alright She's weepin' on my shoulder again, well Bella lies and that's my type, I Wish that I could hold her Bella cries and that's alright She's leakin' on my shoulder again, well Bella lies and that's my type, I Wish that I could hold
She wants to live in LA Where every dog has her day
Flip flops in the toaster now Scotch tape on this broken vow And wow, it's time to live without my puppy's child
I was askin' her to live in the sticks And she was tellin' me there is no way The cheeky monkey was an anarchist And she was tellin' me she could not stay
She'd rather live in L.A Down in Marina del Rey
I love her, I need her Can't stop until I feed her I wand her so badly Hell no, my name ain't Bradley
Bella cries and that's alright She's weepin' on my shoulder again, well Bella lies and that's my type, I Wish that I could hold her Bella cries and that's alright She's leakin' on my shoulder again, well Bella lies and that's my type, I Wish that I could hold
Out on the country road, I sold my Forty This comeback episode, hold on, shorty Yes, Frank Sinatra knows the summer wind will blow And skinny mornings drop below
Sold my Forty To Northern Jordie I'll tell you when I move To hell and then I'll prove The violin said "Oh woah, woah" And now the moment, the one we notice Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah
Bella cries and that's alright She's weepin' on my shoulder again, well Bella lies and that's my type, I Wish that I could hold her Bella cries and that's alright She's leakin' on my shoulder again, well Bella lies and that's my type, I wish that I could hold Bella
Leakin' on my shoulder again That's Bella Bella, girl, alone I sing My Bella Weepin' on my shoulder again Well, BellaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
