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I'm the piano down at Eddie's bar
And Rachel the waitress who wants to be a star
She swears gonna make it, make it big someday
And she'll send me picture postcards L.A.

When time for closing, I play while Rachel cleans
She listens to my music, I listen to her
She swears she's gonna make it, going all the way
And I say, "Send me picture postcards L.A.

me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore
Picture postcards L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door
Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a of
The sun

When Rachel shares my pillow she always asks me
Like do I really she's pretty, do I like the way she sings?
I don't know how to answer, so I smile and say
I say, "Send me postcards from L.A.

me postcards from L.A. signed with love forevermore
Picture postcards from L.A. to hang on my door
Rachel, if you me one, I'd love a picture of
The sun

Sometimes stands up in the middle of the bar
And a scene from the late show
We all clap our as she puts her apron on
And says, "Next week, I'm go"

She'll even buy a and pack her things to leave
Though we all know the story, we pretend that we
But always comes up, something always makes her stay
And still no picture from L.A.

Send me postcards from L.A. signed love forevermore
Picture from L.A. to hang on my refrigerator door
Rachel, if you find me one, I'd love a of
The sun

I'm the piano down at Eddie's bar
And she's the waitress who wants to be a star