L.a. Woman
Well I just got into town
About an hour ago.
Took a look around,
See which way the wind blow.
Where the little girls
In their Hollywood bungalows.
Are you a lucky little lady
In The City of Light.
Or just another lost angel.
City of Night.
City of Night.
City of Night.
City of Night.
Woo, come on!
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman, Sunday afternoon.
L.A. Woman, Sunday afternoon.
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues.
Into your blues, yeah.
Into your blue-blue, blues.
Into your blues, ohh, yeah.
I see your hair is burning.
Hills are filled with fire.
If they say I never loved you,
You know they are a liar.
Driving down your freeways.
Midnight alleys roam.
Cops in cars,
The topless bars.
Never saw a woman,
So alone, so alone, yeah.
So alone, so alone.
Motel, money, murder, madness,
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',
Got the Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin',
Gotta keep on risin'
Ridin', ridin'.
Come on ride in, ride in.
I'm gonna ride in, ride in.
I gotta ride in, ride in.
Well, ride in, ride in.
I gotta, woo, yeah, ride
Whoa, ohh yeah.
Well, I just got into
Town about an hour ago.
Took a look around,
See which way the wind blow.
Where the little girls
In their Hollywood bungalows.
Are you a lucky little lady
In the City of Light
Or just another lost angel.
City of Night.
City of Night.
City of Night.
City of Night, whoa, come on.
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman, you're my woman.
Oh yeah, L.A. Woman.
Yeah, L.A. Woman.
L.A., L.A. Woman, Woman.
Desert woman, come on