L.A. Woman [Edit]

Well, I met a little babe an hour ago
Wonder which way, which way the wind blows
Loved a little babe in a Hollywood bungalow
I was rockin', little lady, in the city of light

Yeah, hea, I'm just another lost angel
In the city of night
City of night, city of night

Woah, yeah, L.A. woman, L.A. woman
I said L.A. woman, oh, L.A. woman
Yes, L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon
L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon
Yes, L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon

I see you ride through your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blue
Into your blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, yeah
Into your blues

I see your hair, it's burning
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
Well, you know they are a liar

Drivin' down your freeway, oh, hear
Hills and valleys roam, baby
Seen ’em cops in cars and topless bars
Never saw a woman, ha ha ho, so alone
So alone, so alone, ah, yeah, woah
(Said)

Wine spo-dee-o-dee
She drink my wine spo-dee-o-dee
Ah, wine spo-dee-o-dee, she drinkin' wine
Spo-dee-o-dee all day

I took my motor bike out and went for a ride
Slit the throat of the first babe who lied
See it, it's twice his size, ooh

Wine spo-dee-o-dee alright
Wine spo-dee-o-dee all day
Wine spo-dee-o-dee
Well, she drinkin' wine spo-dee-o-dee

It's good for her body
Wine spo-dee-o-dee
Another lost angel
(Angel, angel)

In the city of night
City of night, city of night
City of light

C'mon, L.A. woman, c'mon
L.A. woman, c'mon
L.A. woman, c'mon, yeah

I said you’re my woman, that's right
I said you’re my woman
I said you’re my woman, that's right
I said you’re my woman

I said L.A. woman, that's right
I said you’re my woman
I said you’re my woman