Lyrics

[Verse 1] L.A., a hot day (hot day) (?) shopping (never come) Two girls cross the street (the street) (?) wrestling come in [Chorus] I say to myself "What's it matter to you?" You can afford it, (?) the truth Touch for cash, touch for cash I wouldn't be caught with a girl like that In my bed [Verse 2] This thing looks like the (?) It's hot for shots (a shot) At five o' clock (o' clock) (???) [Bridge] Are they selling, or are they buying? Are they crying, or are they lying? Oh, the smoke I choke She looks at me, I (????) [Chorus] I say to myself "What's it matter to you?" You can afford it, the truth Touch for cash, touch for cash I wouldn't be caught with a girl like that In my bed [Verse 1] L.A., on a hot day (hot day) (?) shopping never come (never come) Two girls cross the street (the street) (?) wrestling come in