Los Angeles, I'm Yours

There is a city by the sea
 A gentle company
 I don't suppose you want to
 And as it tells its sorry tale
 In harrowing detail
 Its hollowness will haunt you
 Its streets and boulevards
 Orphans and oligarchs are here
 A plaintive melody
 Truncated symphony
 An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore
 Los Angeles, I'm yours
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 O ladies pleasant and demure
 Sallow-cheeked and sure
 I can see your undies
 And all the boys you drag about
 An empty fallow fount
 From Saturdays to Mondays
 You hill and valley crowd
 Hanging your trousers down at heel
 This is the realest thing
 As ancient choirs sing
 A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
 Los Angeles, my love
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 Oh, what a rush of ripe élan
 Languor on divans
 Dalliant and dainty
 But oh, the smell of burnt cocaine
 The dolor and decay
 It only makes me cranky
 O great calamity
 Ditch of iniquity and tears
 How I abhor this place
 Its sweet and bitter taste
 Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
 Los Angeles, I'm yours
 Los Angeles, I'm yours
 Los Angeles, I'm yours