L.A.

I, I could be overjoyed
You and me, lying on a beach in L.A
You, you could be my old friend
Telling tales, sharing in a bottle of Beam

Stuck in the middle of a roundabout
Let all the traffic give way
Let's make a stand in this fantasyland
Start talking funny now
Honey let's head to L.A

We, we could be our own stars
Shining bright, and burning everything in our path
They, they can be our old friends
Driving our cars, and opening doors in our way

My, my shirt is inside out
My shoes don't fit and I just burnt a hole in my jeans
And you're, you're dressed like a princess bride
In a fairy tale, written by the Brothers Grimm