L.A. disease, lord what a tease
You know the city is my friend
Down the line, baby, all the time
Oh, I'm falling back again
Some are late, some hesitate
You know it makes me pretend
Fall in line, wasting all my time
Now, I'm on the run again
You want it, you got it, baby
Lord, I gotta get out of here
Hey, all you fools, have you heard the news?
Your time has come to an end
Let them all the time, pass it down the line
Forty days of suffering
Fall on the floor, honey, give me more
Don't you know that good things end?
Ask me pretty please, girl, get on your knees
Then we'll bring it up again
You want it, you got it, baby
Now I gotta get out of here

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