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Lyricist: The Doors
Lyrics:
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, city of night City of night, city of night Woo! Come on!
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, yeah Into your blue blue blues Into your blues, ohh 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 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 Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin' Mr. Mojo Risin', 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', ridin' Gone ridin', ridin' Come on ridin', ridin' I gotta ridin', ridin' Well, ridin', ridin' I gotta woo! Hey, yeah Whoa, 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 lights?
Or just another lost angel? City of night, city of night City of night, 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 L.A. woman, come on
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