Red Hot Chili Peppers - 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 walking Melrose down to Vine

Well, I was asking her to live on my farm
And she was telling me "No, not today"
I was telling her to do no harm
And she was telling 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 hеr
Please tell mе, 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 L.A
Down in Marina del Rey

I love her, I need her
Can't stop until I feed her
I wand 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

Out on the country road, I sold my Forty
This comeback episode, hold on, shorty
Yes, Frank Sinatra knows the summer wind will blow
And skinny mornings drop below

Sold my Forty
To Northern Jordie
I'll tell you when I move
To hell and then I'll prove
The violin said "Oh woah, woah"
And now the moment, the one we notice
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, alone I sing
My Bella
Weepin' on my shoulder again
Well, Bella