L.A. Woman (Single Edit)

Whoo!

Well, I met a little babe an hour ago
Mmm mmm, 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, yeah, I'm just another lost angel, woo
In the city of night (ow!)
City of night
City of night
Woah, yeah
Ooh, 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
Ooh
Yes, L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon

I see you ride through your suburb, 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, yow
So alone
Said so alone
Oh, yeah
Whoa, yeah

Yeah
L.A. yeah
Come on, ow
L.A. woman, come on, hah
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
And I'm right
I said L.A. 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
And I'm right
I said you're my woman
Yeah
I said you're my woman, whoa
I said whoa, huh