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 her

Please tell me, have you seen her?

Outlast her, drive past her

Margarita gonna be my master

Bella cries and that's alright

She's weeping 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 leaking 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 chow

I was asking her to live in the sticks

And she was telling me, "There is no way"

The cheeky monkey was an anarchist

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

Bella cries and that's alright

She's weeping 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 leaking on my shoulder again

Well, Bella lies and that's my type

I wish that I could hold her

Out on the country road, I sold my 40

This comeback episode, hold on shorty

Yes, Frank Sinatra knows the summer wind will blow

And skinny mornings drop below

Sold my 40

To Northern Jordie

I'll tell you when I move

To hell and then I'll prove

The bottle innocent

Oh, whoa, whoa

And now the fun is

No one will notice

Bella cries and that's alright

She's weeping 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 leaking 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