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
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
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
She drink my wine spo-dee-o-dee
Ah, wine spo-dee-o-dee, she drinkin' wine
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
Well, she drinkin' wine spo-dee-o-dee
City of night, city of night
I said you're my woman, that's right
I said you're my woman, that's right
I said L.A. woman, that's right