L.A. WOMAN

Well, I dig a little dynamite an hour ago I took a look around me to see which way The wind blows With a little girl in a Hollywood bungalow Oh, you were like a little lady in the city at night Or did you go to Lost Angeles City at night City at night, city at night, city at night L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon Trying to do a service into your blues Into your blues, yes Into your blues, blues, blues Into your blues Oh, yeah I see your hair is burning Hills are filled with fire If they say I never loved you You know they are a liar Traveling down your freeway Midnight alleys roam Up Chicago topless bars Never saw a woman So alone, so alone So alone, so alone Motel burning with madness Take a move, fly into sadness Mister Mojo rising; Mister Mojo rising Mister Mojo rising; Mister Mojo rising Got to keep on rising Mister Mojo rising; Mister Mojo rising Mojo rising; got the Mojo rising Got the Mojo rising Got to keep on rising, Riding, riding, on riding, riding on riding, riding I gotta riding, riding Riding, riding I got, yeah, Oh, yeah Well, I dig a little dynamite an hour ago I took a look around me to see which way The wind blows With a little girl in a Hollywood bungalow Oh, you were like a little lady in the city at night Or did you go to Lost Angeles City at night City at night, city at night, city at night Whoa, yeah L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman L.A. Woman, you're my woman L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman L.A., L.A. Woman, Woman Come on