Doors – The Woman Is A Devil scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 Well, I 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 at night. City at night. City at night. City at night. L.A. Woman, L.A Woman L.A. Woman, Sunday afternoon L.A Woman, Sunday afternoon L.A Woman, Sunday afternoon Drive thru your suburbs Into your blues Into your blues Into your blue, blue, blues Into your blues 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’ Mr. Mojo Risin’ Mr. Mojo Risin’ Got my mojo risin’ Mr. Mojo Risin’ Got to keep on risin’ Goin’ ridin’, ridin’ Goin’ ridin’, ridin’ Got to ridin’, ridin’ Ridin’, ridin’ Well, I 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 at night. City at night. City at night. City at night. L.A. Woman, L.A Woman L.A Woman You’re my woman A little L.A woman L.A Woman Hey, hey, come on L.A woman come on