LA Woman

Well I just got into town about 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 . . .
LA woman Sunday afternoon
drive thru your suburbs 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 bar
Never saw a woman so alone
Motel money murder madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr Mojo rising . . . gotta keep on rising