Beth Hart

Delicious Surprise L.A. Song

L.A. Song
Written by - Beth Hart

She hangs around the boulevard 
She's a local girl with local scars
She got home late 
She drank so hard the bottle ached 
And she tried 
But nothin's clear in a bar full a flies 
So she takes 
She understands when she gives it away 
She says 

Man I gotta get outta this town 
Man I gotta get outta this pain 
Man I gotta get outta this town 
Outta this town and out of L.A. 

She's gotta gun 
She got a gun she calls the lucky one 
She left a note right by the phone 
Don't leave a message 'cause this ain't no home 
And she cried 
She cried so long her tears ran dry 
Then she laughed 
'Cause she knew she was never comin' back 
She said 

Man I'm gonna get outta this town 
Man I'm gonna get outta this pain 
Man I'm gonna get outta this town 
Outta this town and out of L.A. 
It's all she loves 
It's all she hates 
It's all too much for her to take
She can't be sure just where it ends or where 
The good life begins 
So she took a train 
To a little old town without a name 

She met a man he took her in 
But fed her all the same bullshit again 
'Cause he lied 
He lied like a salesman sellin' flies 
So she screamed 
It's a different place 
But the same old thang 
It's all I love 
It's all I hate 
It's all too much for me to take 
I can't be sure where it begins or if the good life lies within 
So she said 

Man I gotta get out of this town 
Yeah now I gotta get back on that train
Man I gotta get out of this town 
I'm outta my pain 
So I'm goin' back to L.A. 

©1998 Jezebel Blues

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Delicious Surprise
Written by - Beth Hart & Glen Burtnik

If I won me the lottery 
I'd dance naked in the street
With a top hat full of money 
And you'd wanna get to know me 
If I won me the lottery

And if I was a movie star 
I'd sip honey from a pickle jar
In the back of my limousine 
And they'd call me an icon 
And I'd be lookin' back at you 
From the cover of the People magazine

I guess it's all for the takin' 
I guess it's all yours and mine 
My sister says I got to see it & believe it 
And I believe I believe it 

But I'm just an outsider 
Livin' in a trailer with my black & white TV set
If only I was President 
You know I'd paint the White House pink 
Never have to pay the rent 
If only I was President

I guess it's all there for the takin' 
I think it's all yours & mine
My preacher says I got to see it to believe it 
And I believe 
Won't sleep till I've had enough 
I believe won't sip my wine from no paper cup 
I believe won't sleep till I've had enough

Delicious surprise 
Now I do believe 
No fear in my eyes 
Now I can see 

Heaven's inside inside inside 
I knew it all the time 
Got me somethin to believe in 
But all I really want now is 
A handful of salvation

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