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