Los Angeles, I'm Yours letra

There is a city by the sea
A gentle company
I don't suppose you want to
And as it tells its sorry tale

In harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
Its streets and boulevards
Orphans and oligarchs it hears

A plaintive melody
Truncated symphony
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore
Los Angeles, I'm yours

Oh ladies, pleasant and demure
Sallow-cheeked and sure
I can see your undies
And all the boys you drag about

An empty fallow fount
From Saturdays to Mondays
You hill and valley crowd
Hanging your trousers down at heel

This is the realest thing
As ancient choirs sing
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
Los Angeles, my love

Oh what a rush of ripe elan
Languor on divans
Dalliant and dainty
But oh, the smell of burnt cocaine

The dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky
Oh great calamity
Ditch of iniquity and tears

How I abhor this place
Its sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
Los Angeles, I'm yours