L.A. Woman
Well, I just got into town about an hour agoTook a look around, see which way the wind blowWhere the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in The City of LightOr just another lost angel...City of NightCity of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c'mon
L.A. Woman, L.A. WomanL.A. Woman Sunday afternoonL.A. Woman Sunday afternoonL.A. Woman Sunday afternoonDrive thru your suburbsInto your blues, into your blues, yeahInto your blue-blue BluesInto your blues, ohh, yeah
I see your hair is burnin'Hills are filled with fireIf they say I never loved youYou know they are a liarDrivin' down your freewaysMidnite alleys roamCops in cars, the topless barsNever saw a woman...So alone, so aloneSo alone, so aloneMotel Money Murder MadnessLet's change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'Got to keep on risin'Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin'Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'Risin', risin'Gone risin', risin'I'm gone risin', risin'I gotta risin', risin'Well, risin', risin'I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'Woah, ohh yeah
Well, I just got into town about an hour agoTook a look around, see which way the wind blowWhere the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in The City of LightOr just another lost angel...City of NightCity of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c'mon
L.A. Woman, L.A. WomanL.A. Woman, your my womanLittle L.A. Woman, Little L.A. WomanL.A. L.A. Woman WomanL.A. Woman c'mon