The Doors - 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...
(Woah, c'mon!)

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, Sunday afternoon...
Drive thru your suburbs into your blues
Into your blues, yeah!
Into your blue-blue Blues,
Into your blues
(Oh, yeah!)

I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' 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
Let's change the mood from glad
To sadness
(...)


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 gonna risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta...
(Woah, 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...
(Woah, c'mon!)

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, you're my woman
Little L.A. Woman, little L.A. Woman
L.A., L.A. Woman, woman...
C'mon...