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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
