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I've got all of L.A. in my bedroom All the prettiest girls are wanting me And I've had them all I've got the souveniers to prove it We spent all night in flat screened whore houses We've got souveniers to prove it I kept your dimples and hair Did we take you out or tear out a page? We pressed shamed addictions together, like faulted vertebre Just promise me that when you see where I slept last night, you won't think less of me, because you smell of cheap perfume and hairspray too. Just like I do. Aus Songtexte Mania