Westside Girl

Album cover art for "Westside Girl" by Smut Peddlers

Smut Peddlers - Rock

Westside Girl

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Duration: 1:28

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You live up the hill from Topanga Beach Just a stone's throw away but you're so out of reach You reside on the trendy westside where the ruling class is gay I live in a cultural wasteland known as the South Bay I wish I could say I was just your type But deep in my heart, I'm a hope-to-die hype Your eyes are brown, you're beautiful, I think you're outtasight But we're destined to be like 2 ships passing in the night You belong at Ma Maison or some Rodeo Drive fashion shop I'm driving around in circles in Compton trying to cop You're nibbling tеa and crumpets at a Bel-Air estatе sale I'm chowing down a games burger in the L.A. county jail You're an actress and you write screenplays cause you got a way with words I'm shacked up in Torrance with 18 tropical birds You came from back east with your ivy leaguer ways I'll O.D. and die in L.A. where I was born and raised I wish I could say that I was just your type But deep in your heart, you know I'm a hope-to-die hype I've worn out my crack pipe The reaper thinks I'm looking really ripe

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