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This hole in the wall where the music they playIs the kind you listen to, to wash your troubles awayShe sits all alone with her drink on its wayPosted with her eyes closedAs left to right her head sways(Oh, so beautiful All I could think is her vive wasn't no one's I've ever seenHi, would you mind if I take a seat?)So I sat, and as we started to chat, that's when she told me...[Chorus]She's from Philadelphia; she grew up on the west sideA one-room apartment in L.A., where she now residesOh, Ms. Philadelphia, though we just meet tonightCan I be a part of your life?Her favorite color's red; she has two dogs and a goldfishShe says, after law school, she wants a career before kidsWe spoke forever on topics like religion and politicsUp until the music stopped and our time was at its end(Oh, as the lights came up ever so slow We had romanced, and I wasn't about to let it go)As I pulled out her chair so that we could leaveI asked her, was it too soon to ask her 'can you spend the night with me?'Letras de canciones[Bridge]Ms. P-H-I-L-L-Y, can we try to do this?I hope I'm not asking to much, butCan I get a little hometown love?Ms. P-H-I-L-L-Y, let's just try to do thisI hope I'm not asking to much, butCan I get a little hometown love?[Chorus x 2] From Letras Mania