In the city of Angels The palm trees stand Natural green skyscrapers With rough hewn trunks Skinny as poles The hustle and bustle of traffic New York City Only with more mountains People milling about Going to the grocery store Rushing to work Meeting for coffee The city of Angels Who love to crush the sueños Of daydreamers With the noisy bustle of traffic With the smell of smog With the cars rushing past each other at labyrinth intersections Los Angeles LA La La Land Whatever suits your fancy In my mind I like to dance around TCL Chinese Theatre Pretending that I am dancing hand in hand with Ms. Marilyn As she busts out "Heat Wave" Like there's no tomorrow I like to think I am waltzing through celebrity circles at The 98th Academy Awards at the beautiful Dolby Theatre Decked out specially for those who made it in the industry For those who didn't...well, you lost. I like to think my life in L.A. is a classic cinema joint A Spike Lee hallway scene where I'm just moving through The city of Angels like I'm gliding on thin air My heart soars when I think of L.A. But the idea will go kaputz once I actually live there I will no longer entertain innocent dreams of getting autographs, spending time walking the boulevard in peace, and admiring the stars alone with only my imagination to guide me Up the stairs to the Griffith Observatory I like to think my life is one big Beverly Hills Bel Air mansion And that I am going to sashay down those winding premium ivory stairs Dressed in nothing but a bathrobe. My hair coiffed like Marilyn Body so knock-out that the men in their checked suits all check me out in my Hourglass figurine. I like to imaging I am the star going out On a night on the town Going to the LA Phil Putting on a one of a kind show. Then a pigeon poops on my head And I'm knocked back to reality. The angels all went on vacation Now it's just The City.
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