You've Got Something I Can Work With Songtext

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.