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
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Bella Lyrics
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Bella Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
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
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
Writer: Anthony Kiedis, Chad Gaylord Smith, John Anthony Frusciante, Michael Peter Balzary
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
