L.A. Woman

Whoo yeah

Well, I met a little babe an hour ago
Mhmm, wonder which way, which way the wind blow, yeah
Another little babe in a Hollywood bungalow, aw
I was rockin' little lady In the city of light, yeah-hey

I'm just another lost angel, woo
In the city of night, ow
City of night
City of night
Woah, yeah
Hoo, yeah

L.A. woman
L.A. woman
I said, L.A. woman
Oh, L.A. woman
Yes, L.A. woman Sunday afternoon (aw, yeah baby, ah)
L.A. woman Sunday afternoon
Yes, L.A. woman Sunday afternoon

I see you ride through your suburbs, ow
Into your blue
Into your blue
Into your blue, blue, blue, blue
Oh, yeah
Into your blue

Ooh, woo

I see your hair is burning, aw
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
Well, you know they are a liar, aw yeah
Riding down your freeway, whoa yeah, aw
Hills and valley roam, baby ha-ha
I seen it
Cops in cars, topless bars
Never saw a woman, ha ha woo
So alone, yeah
So alone
Said so alone
Oh, yeah
Whoa

Yeah
L.A. yeah
Come on, ow
L.A. woman, come on, ow
L.A. woman, come on, ow
L.A. woman, come on, yeah
I said, you're my woman
And that's right
I said, you're my woman
And I'm right
I said, you're my woman
And that's right
I said you're my woman
Ah-aho
I said L.A. woman
And that's right
I said you're my woman
Ah-aho
I said you're my woman
And that's right
I said you're my woman
Ah-ah-aho
I said you're my woman, yeah
I said you're my woman, hoo
L.A. woman, ho



Credits
Writer(s): Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond Manzarek, Robert Krieger
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