Bella

She wants to live in LA Come put your ash 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 LA 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? Outlast her, drive past her Margarita gonna be my master Bella cries and that's alright She's weeping on my shoulder again Well, Bella lies and that's my type I wish that I could hold her Bella cries and that's alright She's leaking on my shoulder again Well, Bella lies and that's my type I wish that I could hold She wants to live in LA Where every dog has her day Flip flops in the toaster now Scotch tape on this broken vow And wow, it's time to live without my puppy's chow I was asking her to live in the sticks And she was telling me, "There is no way" The cheeky monkey was an anarchist And she was telling me she could not stay She'd rather live in LA 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 Bella cries and that's alright She's weeping on my shoulder again Well, Bella lies and that's my type I wish that I could hold her Bella cries and that's alright She's leaking on my shoulder again Well, Bella lies and that's my type I wish that I could hold her Out on the country road, I sold my 40 This comeback episode, hold on shorty Yes, Frank Sinatra knows the summer wind will blow And skinny mornings drop below Sold my 40 To Northern Jordie I'll tell you when I move To hell and then I'll prove The bottle innocent Oh, whoa, whoa And now the fun is No one will notice Bella cries and that's alright She's weeping on my shoulder again Well, Bella lies and that's my type I wish that I could hold her Bella cries and that's alright She's leaking on my shoulder again Well, Bella lies and that's my type I wish that I could hold Bella Leakin' on my shoulder again That's Bella Bella, girl, alone I sing My Bella Weepin' on my shoulder again Well, Bella