Gold hair shinin' in the sun in the back of a Cadillac
Ripped jeans pullin' you tight
How does it feel bout D'Angelo playin' on the radio
Glass cold, gripped in your hand
Up late, howlin' at the moon in the heart of Los Angeles
I wonder who is gonna love you
I wonder who is gonna love you
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
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
In the heart of Los Angeles
My heart is lost, my heart is lost