L.A.

I like to watch the waves crashin' on the beach

And walkin' the strand in that evening breeze

That old ferris wheel down on the peer in Santa Monica

Looks like it does in the movies

I don't mind the traffic on the 405

In fact that's where I met a good friend of mine

All gridlocked, stopped, and stuck there killin' time

Long way from home but that's alright

I guess I'm gettin' used to the faster pace

And seein' stars on the boulevard every night and day

But all this cool and crazy beautiful takes second place

'Cause the thing that I love most about L.A.

Is you

The city of angels, ain't that the truth

'Cause heaven don't feel far away when I'm holdin' on to you

And how you fell for a boy in faded jeans and cowboy boots

Girl, I still ain't got a clue

I guess I'm gettin' used to the faster pace

And seein' stars on the boulevard every night and day

But all this cool and crazy beautiful takes second place

'Cause the thing that I love most about L.A.

Is you

I guess I'm gettin' used to the faster pace

And seein' stars on the boulevard every night and day

But all this cool and crazy beautiful takes second place

'Cause the thing that I love most about L.A.

And the only reason that I'm gonna stay

Girl, is you