text: Well I met a little babe an hour ago
  Wonder which way, which way the wind blow, yeah
   a Hollywood bungalow
  I was rockin little lady In the city of light
  Yeah, Im just another lost angel, woo
  In the city of night 
  City of night
  City of night
  Woah, yeah
  L.A. woman
  L.A. woman
  I said 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
  Oh, yeah
  I see your hair is burning, aw
  Hills are filled with fire
  If they say I never loved you
  Well you know they are a liar
  Driving down your freeways
   roam, baby
  I seen it
  Cops in cars, topless bars
  Never saw a woman, ha ha qoo
  So alone
  So alone
  Said so alone
  Oh yeah
  Whoa
  Wine spo-dee-o-dee
  She drink my wine spo-dee-o-dee okay
  Ah wine spo-dee-o-dee
  She drinkin wine spo-dee-o-dee all day
  I took my motorbike out and went for a ride
  Slit the throat of the first babe who lied
  See it its twice his size ooh
  Wine spo-dee-o-dee all right
  Wine spo-dee-o-dee all day
  Wine spo-dee-o-dee
  Well she drinkin wine spo-dee-o-dee
  Its good for her body
  Wine spo-dee-o-dee
  Another lost angel 
  In the city of night
  City of night
  City of night
  City of light
  Whoa, yeah
  Yeah
  L.A, yeah
  Come on
  L.A. woman, come on
  L.A. woman, come on
  L.A. woman, come on
  Yeah
  I said youre my woman
  And thats right
  I said youre my woman
  And Im right
  I said youre my woman
  And thats right
  I said youre my woman
  And Im right
  I said L.A. woman
  And thats right