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G
All the hunnies in the bathroom stalls 
Drawing their lips and making business calls 
All the apathetic trust fund boys 
Making the rounds in their expensive toys 
                        D            Am
I don't wanna lose you to L.A. 
                        D           Am
I don't wanna lose you tonight 
                        D            Am
I don't wanna lose you to L.A. 
                        G
And all of the bright lights Oh, all of the bight lights 
You can hang under the Prada sign 
While you're walking your dog on Rodeo Drive 
You can surgically remove your soul 
While you dream of your leading role 
                       D               Am                
I don't wanna lose you to L.A. 
                       D               Am
I don't wanna lose you in the sun 
                       D               Am 
I don't wanna lose you to L.A. 

G
And all of the big fun 
Oh, all of the big fun 
 Am    C                      G
Oh, how it starts irritate 
Am           C                 D         
Yeah Oh, that's ok 'cause the weather is great 
                             G
Oh, everday, yeah 
  G
You might need a lawyer for your friends 
Hit all the spots 'cause he can get you in 
Introduce yourself to glam rock stars 
Give 'em a ride in your electric car 
                       D               Am
I don't wanna lose you to L.A. 
                       D               Am 
I don't wanna lose you in the sun 
                       D               Am
I don't wanna lose you to L.A. 
G                                                        D                 Am
And all of the big fun I don't wanna lose you to L.A. 
                      D               Am
I don't wanna lose you tonight 
                      D               Am
I don't wanna lose you to L.A. 
Am         G                    
To L.A. And all of the bright lights 
Oh, all of the bight lights 
G
All the hunnies in the bathroom stalls 
And all the apathetic trust fund boys 
In L.A., L.A. La la la laa