The Doors - 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