Bricked up a kilo
Paneled down in the back door
All the while I'm riding
To auditions I'm not getting

Why do I keep on returning to you?

All American jawlines
One moment going over scene lines
Grind the scripts
Like teeth

Why do I keep on returning to you?

Swarm of TV cameras
Click and stumble at the Chateau
Later, I hear John's
Body got carried out
Ice cream was a code word
Told to me by a code man
These nice hotels
I don't know your clientele

Why do I keep on returning to you?
Why do I keep on returning to you?
(Give me some ice cream)
(Give it to me now, oh, now)

Oh, I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He's never gonna make it)
(He's never gonna make it in L.A.)
I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool

I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He's never gonna make it)
(He's never gonna make it in L.A.)
I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He's never gonna make it)
(He's never gonna make it in L.A.)

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Writer(s): Augustus Unger-Hamilton, Joe Newman, Thomas Green