She left Macon, GA with LA on her mind
She forsake those Georgia greens for flashing neon signs
Searchin' through the city for the love she'd never known
Lookin' through a young girl's dream for love to call her own.

City of the Angels
Your neon signs they flash
Of sold-out schemes and broken dreams
And a taste of cold hard cash

So every night you'll find her throwin' smiles and droppin' winks
Makin' plans to find a man who'll pay for more than drinks
Business is no pleasure and the money turns her cold
She's found the cost of love ain't worth the price of being sold.

City of the Angels
Your neon signs they flash
Of sold-out schemes and broken dreams
And a taste of cold hard cash

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