L.A. Please

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How do you make it in this hell driven place?

A city of Angels that's fallen from grace.

Broken dreams, I can hear the starlets cry.

I'd do anything, just to stop living this lie.


L.A. PLEASE

Show me a sign, give me some hope

L.A. PLEASE

Open a door, throw me a rope

L.A. PLEASE

Your my lady, your my dope

L.A. PLEASE

Be an Angel to me


I had my schemes, like a million other folks.

I had time, till my age become the joke.

How did I miss, How did I miss my master stroke?

I'm feel lost, scared, I'm tired and broke.


L.A. PLEASE

Show me a sign, give me some hope

L.A. PLEASE

Open a door, throw me a rope

L.A. PLEASE

Your my lady, your my dope

L.A. PLEASE

Be an Angel to me


Walking down the Walk Of Fame

I always thought I'd step across my name


L.A. PLEASE

Show me a sign, give me some hope

L.A. PLEASE

Open a door, throw me a rope

L.A. PLEASE

Your my lady, your my dope

L.A. PLEASE

Be an Angel to me

L.A. PLEASE

Be an Angel to me


Copyright © 2010, Dan Griffith Music, All rights reserved