I’m missing L.A., today.
Everything from the traffic to the pretentious people you find along the way.
And the beach, oh the beach. I miss the waves crashing against my feet.
I miss the sun, the clouds, the flicker of a fickle winter, and the always warm summer heat.
Oh to live and die in L.A., I think it’s the only way.
Forever a Valley girl I’ll be, yes indeed.