Stepped off the plane in LA
Set up the cable and i
I called my mother, said
“There’s so much sun in this place
I’m gonna have to wear
My sunglasses all the time.”
She said, “Wouldn’t that be fine?
Oh, are you gonna fly
Your mother down to the big city?”
I said, “Oh, Mom, I don’t wanna lie
But if you’d like me to
I can make it happen.”
I’ve been reading
My daily inspirations
From Mr. Chopra
From Oprah
From Mr. Jobs
They say my heart’s on the line
Because my body’s in America
And my spirit is fine
They say stir in sugar
And turn off all the lights
’cause the stars arе comin’ out tonight
And when they’re in thе Valley
You can be anything you like
’cause we’re already on the other side
If you listen to the do’s and the don’t’s
Of the satisfied people
You’ll never make it in
Through the eye of the needle
It could be like Heaven or
Maybe like New York
On the West Coast
Stepped of the plane in LA
Oh yeah, I stumbled ’cause I
Had come untied
I held my shoulders up high
Saying I really shouldn’t wear
My sunglasses all the time
Then, from the back of the line
I heard someone say, “You’re an idiot!”
Oh, I could smile
I could cry
Forget about her
I could fix it
And I could stir in sugar
And turn off all the lights
’cause the stars are comin’ out tonight
And when they’re in the Valley
You could be anything you like
’cause we’re already on the other side
If you listen to the do’s and the don’t’s
Of the satisfied people
You’ll never make it in
Through the eye of the needle
It could be like Heaven or
Maybe like New York
On the West Coast
I’m going slow, yeah
But, oh yeah, I’m focused
Think I might find myself
Keeping up with the Joneses
And when they want me
I can be on top of it
Call me up and
I’ll be on time
I’m going slow, yeah
But, oh yeah, I’m focused
Think I might find myself
Keeping up with the Joneses
And when they want me
I can be on top of it
Call me up and
I’ll be on time
Call me up and I’ll be on time
And I can stir in sugar
And turn off all the lights
’cause the stars are comin’ out tonight
And when they’re in the Valley
You could be anything you like
’cause we’re already on the other side
If you listen to the do’s and the don’t’s
Of the satisfied people
You’ll never make it in
Through the eye of the needle
It could be like Heaven or
Maybe like New York
On the West Coast
Oh, it could be like Heaven or
Maybe like New York
On the West Coast
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