L.A. Woman

Me and my L.A.Woman are at it again
the bitch I hate the woman I love.
Grab my car keys
split
clearing my head on a moon light drive
heading to the ocean,passing through
Hollywood my car goes hissing by Hollywood bungalows.
I return to my place so alone
a message on my answering machine waits
pushing (>)play.
A friends voice a ghost from the past
This is the end
my only friend I'll never look into your eyes again.
Packed and got to L.A.X
flying business class
I leave my L.A.Woman so alone.