| You exhaust me, you know | |
| Enveloping black exhaust pipe smoke | |
| And the smog won't wash from this unsuitable immigrant skin | |
| Such a villainous scream | |
| I don't know what you've done to your face | |
| Some nights I can't figure out quite where your heart is | |
| Oh Los Angeles, be kind | |
| No more trouble or red lights | |
| I can learn to love you in due time | |
| Oh Los Angeles, be kind | |
| I read you all wrong | |
| So I get drunk just to feel I belong | |
| By a river so dry it's barely a river at all | |
| And we suck one another at night | |
| Fire pistols and cover our eyes | |
| And we walk unseen behind Hollywood's ballroom doors | |
| Oh Los Angeles, be kind | |
| No more headaches or fist fights | |
| We can love each other, it just takes time | |
| Oh Los Angeles, be kind | |
| Take me to Paris, be good, say good night | |
| Oh Los Angeles, be kind |