Laurel was a girl I knew, made of dirt and stone
Pretty hip in younger years but now, she sits alone
With a hundred thousand architectural disasters
That she calls homesAnd Beverly Glen was pretty, all the rich boys loved her curves
She tried to get the credit sometimes more than she deserved
Like those cheesy 80's movies epitomized and
All things, we'd come to knowBeach wood was a Boheme from the sexy 60's scene
Grew up East of West Hollywood and somewhere in between
All the madness laurel puts up with but somehow
Always tolerates a sceneAnd Nicols, you know he had a way with the performing arts
A and R guys having cookouts on his back with super stars
But it had some nasty habits and some potholes
To cover up this drama queenSometimes, Beach Wood yelled at Laurel on the terms of selling out
Then laurel yelled at Beverly for not knowing what life's about
With her trust fund friends and family, it felt just like
An earthquake when she'd shoutsAnd Silver Lake just stood there with her nose up in the air
Pushing up her horn rimmed glasses saying, I don't fucking care
'Bout the drama all you idiots are buying and selling, leasing, up thereAnd San Fernando was a struggling actor, drove a deli truck
On the sets of porno movies, he was just trying to make a buck
While his pilot was in escrow, he dreamed of dating Beverly one day