Sex
In a red pick up truck
Near Santa Monica Pier
Not giving a care who's watching
They say people go to L.A.
To become famous
We'll be known as
The individuals
Who made diamonds crack
And whales cry
With our moans
It sounds as if we are crying
Tears of joy, I say
Damn, it just feels too good
Damn us
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