L.A. Woman-The Doors

L.A. Woman (Paul Oakenfold Remix) - The Doors Well, I just got into town about an hour ago I took a look around, see which way the wind blow With a little girl in a Hollywood bungalow 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, c'mon! 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 burnin' Hills are filled with fire If they say I never loved you You know they are a liar Drivin' down your freeway 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' Got my mojo risin' Mr. Mojo Risin' Got to keep on risin' Ridin', ridin' Goin' ridin', ridin' Goin' ridin', ridin' I got to ridin', ridin' Babe, ridin', ridin' I gotta, woo, yeah, ride, oh! Yeah Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow With a little girl in a Hollywood bungalow 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, whoa, oh! L.A. woman, L.A. woman L.A. woman, you're my woman A little L.A. woman Yeah, L.A. woman Hey, hey, come on, oh L.A. woman, come on