She wants to live in L.A., come put your rash in my tray. Once upon a funky crime, we were standing in the line, and now we're walking Melrose down to Vine. Well I was asking her to live on my farm, and she was telling me no, not today. I was telling her to do no harm, and she was telling me she could not stay. She'd rather live in L.A., down in Marina Del Rey. I love her, I need her, can't stop until I feed her. I want her so badly, hell no my name ain't Bradley. I'd wash her and clean her, please tell me have you seen her. I'll last her, drive past her, Margarita gonna be my master. Belly cries and that's alright, she's leaving on my shoulder again. Well, belly lies and that's my type, I wish that I could hold her. Belly cries and that's alright, she's leaving on my shoulder again. Well, belly lies and that's my type, I wish that I could hold. She wants to live in L.A., where every dog has a day. Flip flops in the toaster now, Scotch tape on this broken bow. And wow, it's time to live without my puppy's chow. I was asking her to live in the States, and she was telling me there is no way. The cheeky monkey with the nana kitten, she was telling me she could not stay. She'd rather live in L.A., down in Marina Del Rey. I love her, I need her, can't stop until I feed her. I want her so badly, hell no my name ain't Bradley. Belly cries and that's alright, she's leaving on my shoulder again. Well, belly lies and that's my type, I wish that I could hold her. Belly cries and that's alright, she's leaving on my shoulder again. Well, belly lies and that's my type, I wish that I could hold her. Out on the country road, I sold my body. This is a comeback episode, hold on shorty. Yes, Frank Sinatra knows, the summer wind will blow. And skinny mornings got me low. Sold my body, to Northern Geordie. I'll tell you when I move, to tell him in our room. The body lay on the bed, oh, oh, oh. And now the body, the one with no skin. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Belly cries and that's alright, she's leaving on my shoulder again. Well, belly lies and that's my type, I wish that I could hold her. Belly cries and that's alright, she's leaving on my shoulder again. Well, belly lies and that's my type, I wish that I could hold her. Bender, leaving on my shoulder again, that's Bender. Baby girl, allow my skin, my Bender. Leaving on my shoulder again, well, Bender. *