LA 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 bungalow
She’s a rockin’ little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night
L.A. woman…
L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon
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,
Into your blues!
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, topless bars
Never saw a woman so alone
So alone, so alone, so alone
Motel money murder-madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. Mojo Risin, Mr. Mojo Risin
Mr. Mojo Risin, Mr. Mojo Risin
Mr. Mojo Risin, Mr. Mojo Risin
Mr. Mojo Risin, Mr. Mojo Risin
