Los Angeles

I took a trip down the la avenues
It was fine to see you again
I look back and I noticed I was late
But I couldn't stand
The heat of boulevard
I called you, I'll be late
You said "fine"
La la la la
I laid down
And next morning I was wake
With a stranger lying next to me
Two shots of cheap champagne
And wine hangover fucking
Whiter shade of pale