Bella

She wants to live in LA
 ♪
 Come put your ash in my tray
 Once upon a funky crime
 We were standing in the line
 And now we're walkin' Melrose down to Vine
 Well, I was askin' her to live on my farm
 And she was tellin' me, "No, not today"
 I was tellin' her to do no harm
 And she was tellin' me she could not stay
 She'd rather live in LA
 Down in Marina del Rey
 I love her, I need her
 Can't stop until I feed her
 I want her so badly
 Hell, no, my name ain't Bradley
 I'd wash her and clean her
 Please, tell me, have you seen her?
 Outlast her, drive past her
 Margarita gonna be my master
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's weepin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold her
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's leakin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold
 ♪
 She wants to live in LA
 Where every dog has her day
 Flip flops in the toaster now
 Scotch tape on this broken vow
 And wow, it's time to live without my puppy's child
 I was askin' her to live in the sticks
 And she was tellin' me there is no way
 The cheeky monkey was an anarchist
 And she was tellin' me she could not stay
 She'd rather live in LA
 Down in Marina del Rey
 I love her, I need her
 Can't stop until I feed her
 I want her so badly
 Hell, no, my name ain't Bradley
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's weepin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold her
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's leakin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold her
 Out on the country road, I sold my '40
 This comeback episode, hold on, shorty
 
 Yes, Frank Sinatra knows the summer wind will blow
 And skinny mornings drop below
 ♪
 Sold my '40
 To Northern Jordie
 I'll tell you when I move to Hell and then I'll prove
 The violin said, "Oh-whoa, whoa"
 And now we're fallin', the one we noted
 Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
 ♪
 Ah-ah-ah-ah
 ♪
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's weepin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold her
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's leakin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold Bella
 
 Leakin' on my shoulder again, that's Bella
 ♪
 Bella, girl, along my team now, Bella
 ♪
 Leakin' on my shoulder again, well, Bella
 
 She wants to live in LA
 ♪
 Come put your ash in my tray
 Once upon a funky crime
 We were standing in the line
 And now we're walkin' Melrose down to Vine
 Well, I was askin' her to live on my farm
 And she was tellin' me, "No, not today"
 I was tellin' her to do no harm
 And she was tellin' me she could not stay
 She'd rather live in LA
 Down in Marina del Rey
 I love her, I need her
 Can't stop until I feed her
 I want her so badly
 Hell, no, my name ain't Bradley
 I'd wash her and clean her
 Please, tell me, have you seen her?
 Outlast her, drive past her
 Margarita gonna be my master
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's weepin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold her
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's leakin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold
 ♪
 She wants to live in LA
 Where every dog has her day
 Flip flops in the toaster now
 Scotch tape on this broken vow
 And wow, it's time to live without my puppy's child
 I was askin' her to live in the sticks
 And she was tellin' me there is no way
 The cheeky monkey was an anarchist
 And she was tellin' me she could not stay
 She'd rather live in LA
 Down in Marina del Rey
 I love her, I need her
 Can't stop until I feed her
 I want her so badly
 Hell, no, my name ain't Bradley
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's weepin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold her
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's leakin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold her
 Out on the country road, I sold my '40
 This comeback episode, hold on, shorty
 
 Yes, Frank Sinatra knows the summer wind will blow
 And skinny mornings drop below
 ♪
 Sold my '40
 To Northern Jordie
 I'll tell you when I move to Hell and then I'll prove
 The violin said, "Oh-whoa, whoa"
 And now we're fallin', the one we noted
 Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
 ♪
 Ah-ah-ah-ah
 ♪
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's weepin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold her
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's leakin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold Bella
 
 Leakin' on my shoulder again, that's Bella
 ♪
 Bella, girl, along my team now, Bella
 ♪
 Leakin' on my shoulder again, well, Bella
 
 She wants to live in LA
 ♪
 Come put your ash in my tray
 Once upon a funky crime
 We were standing in the line
 And now we're walkin' Melrose down to Vine
 Well, I was askin' her to live on my farm
 And she was tellin' me, "No, not today"
 I was tellin' her to do no harm
 And she was tellin' me she could not stay
 She'd rather live in LA
 Down in Marina del Rey
 I love her, I need her
 Can't stop until I feed her
 I want her so badly
 Hell, no, my name ain't Bradley
 I'd wash her and clean her
 Please, tell me, have you seen her?
 Outlast her, drive past her
 Margarita gonna be my master
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's weepin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold her
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's leakin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold
 ♪
 She wants to live in LA
 Where every dog has her day
 Flip flops in the toaster now
 Scotch tape on this broken vow
 And wow, it's time to live without my puppy's child
 I was askin' her to live in the sticks
 And she was tellin' me there is no way
 The cheeky monkey was an anarchist
 And she was tellin' me she could not stay
 She'd rather live in LA
 Down in Marina del Rey
 I love her, I need her
 Can't stop until I feed her
 I want her so badly
 Hell, no, my name ain't Bradley
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's weepin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold her
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's leakin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold her
 Out on the country road, I sold my '40
 This comeback episode, hold on, shorty
 
 Yes, Frank Sinatra knows the summer wind will blow
 And skinny mornings drop below
 ♪
 Sold my '40
 To Northern Jordie
 I'll tell you when I move to Hell and then I'll prove
 The violin said, "Oh-whoa, whoa"
 And now we're fallin', the one we noted
 Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
 ♪
 Ah-ah-ah-ah
 ♪
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's weepin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold her
 Bella cries and that's alright
 She's leakin' on my shoulder again
 Well, Bella lies and that's my type
 I wish that I could hold Bella
 
 Leakin' on my shoulder again, that's Bella
 ♪
 Bella, girl, along my team now, Bella
 ♪
 Leakin' on my shoulder again, well, Bella