She hangs around the boulevard
She’s a local girl with local scars
She got home late, she got home late
She drank so hard the bottle ached
And she tried and she tried, and she tried and she tried
But nothing’s clear in a bar full of flies
So she takes and she takes, she takes and she takes
She understands when she gives it away
She says
Man I gotta get outta this town
Man I gotta get outta this pain
Man I gotta get outta this town
Outta this town & out of L.A.
She’s got a gun, she’s got a gun
She got a gun she calls the lucky one
She left a note right by the phone
Don’t leave a message ’cause this ain’t no home
And she cried and she cried, and she cried and she cried
She cried so long her tears ran dry
Then she laughed and she laughed, she laughed and she laughed
Cause she knew she was never comin’ back
She said
Man I’m gonna get outta this town
Man I’m gonna get outta this pain
Man I’m gonna get outta this town
Outta this town & out of L.A.
