The Doors — L.A. Woman

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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, 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 freeway
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars
The 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’
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, woo, yeah, risin’
Oh, 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
My little L.A. woman, little L.A. woman
L.A. woman L.A. woman, come on