Gold hair shinin' in the sun in the back of a Cadillac
Ripped jeans pullin' you tight
How does it feel bout hte Angelo playin' on the radio
Glass cold, gripped in your hand
And a bottle of cognac
Up late, howlin' at the moon in the heart of Los Angeles
Oh, yeah
I wonder who is gonna love you
I wonder who is gonna love you
If it ain’t me
If it ain’t me
If it ain’t me
I wonder who is gonna love you
I fall in love the more you ignore me
Conversation gets stale, conversation gets boring
Missed calls, and unread texts
But none of them are important none of them are from you
I wonder who is gonna love you
I wonder who is gonna love you
If it ain’t me
Tattoos fadin' in the sun in the back of a Cadillac
Up late, high on cocaine in the heart of Los Angeles
And I wonder, and I wonder
Who you’re under
Does he do it like me
He don’t do it like me
I wonder who is gonna love you
I wonder who is gonna love you
If it ain’t me
If it ain’t me
If it ain’t me
I wonder who is gonna love you
If it ain’t me
In the heart of Los Angeles
My heart is lost, my heart is lost
In the heart of Los Angeles
My heart is lost, my heart is lost
In the heart of Los Angeles
My heart is lost, my heart is lost
In the heart of Los Angeles
My heart is lost, my heart is lost