Babies Go the Doors - L.A. Woman | Текст песни

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• L.A. Woman

Well, I took little downer 'bout 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

L.A. woman, L.A. woman
L.A. woman, sunday afternoon
L.A. woman, sunday afternoon
L.A. woman, sunday afternoon

Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues
Into your blue-blue blues
Into your blues

I see your hair is burning
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar

Driving down your freeways
Midnight 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

Mr. Mojo rising, Mr. Mojo rising
Mr. Mojo rising, Mr. Mojo rising
Got to keep on rising
Mr. Mojo rising, Mr. Mojo rising

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