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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, c'mon


 L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
 L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
 L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
 L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
 Drive thru your suburbs
 Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
 Into your blue-blue Blues
 Into your blues, ohh, 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
 Midnite 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


 Mister Mojo risin', Mister Mojo risin'
 Mister Mojo risin', Mister Mojo risin'
 Got to keep on risin'
 Mister Mojo risin', Mister Mojo risin'
 Mojo risin', gotta Mojo risin'
 Mister 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 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, woah, c'mon


 L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
 L.A. Woman, your my woman
 Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
 L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
 L.A. Woman c'mon