It's nine o' clock on Monday morning and I'm late
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I stayed up drinking with the girls from Silver Lake
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With no make-up on I get into my car
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And then I drive into the freeway parking lot
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They say I'm lazy, I'm always late
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Full of excuses, I'm from LA
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They say I'm careless, can't find my way
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Crazy and precious, I'm from LA
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I'm all hung over, feels like nails inside my head
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It's getting hot, the sweat is dripping down my legs
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The air conditioner still broken from the quake
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And now I'm melting like a wax doll in the flames
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(Here in LA)
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They say I'm lazy, I'm always late
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Full of excuses, I'm from LA
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They say I'm careless, can't find my way
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Crazy and precious, I'm from LA
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The radio says sig alert all throughout the five
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I'm right behind an ugly Saab with broken lights
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I put my make-up on while Betty's on the line
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With nothing else to do it helps me pass the time
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They say we are lazy, we are always late
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Full of excuses, we are from LA
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They say we are careless, can't find our way
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Crazy and precious, we are from LA
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I'm From L.A.
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Go Betty Go |