L.A. Woman (Live from VH1 Storytellers)

[Intro]
Yoooowwww!

[Verse 1]
Well, I did a dimebag about an hour ago
Yes, I wonder which way, which way the wind blow
Yes, another little babe in a Hollywood bungalow
Well, she's a rockin' little lady In the city of light

[Chorus]
Yeah yeah, I'm just another lost angel, oooh no
In the city of night
I said, city of night
City of night
Woah, yeah
Yoooww!

L.A. woman
L.A. woman
L.A. woman
I said L.A. woman
I said L.A. woman Sunday afternoon, yeah
I said L.A. woman Sunday afternoon, yeah
I said L.A. woman Sunday afternoon

[Verse 2]
I said you ride through your suburbs
Into my blue
I said, into my blue
Into my blue, blue, blue, blue
Into my blue
Yooowww!

[Verse 3]
Oh, I see her hair is burning, aw
Those tits are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
Well, you know they are a liar
Aw, riding down your freeway
Well, well, now, come on
Hills and valley roam, baby
Come on, I seen it
Cops in cars, topless bars
Never saw a woman, ha ha ha
So alone
Baby, so alone
I said so alone
So alone
Yeah

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 1]
Well, I did a dime bag about an hour ago
I wonder which way, which way the wind blow
Yeah, I fucked that little babe in a Hollywood bungalow
Well, she's a rockin' little lady In the city of light

[Chorus]
Yeah yeah, I'm just another lost angel
In the city of night
City of night
City of night
Oh, yeah
Yoooww!

Come on, ow!
L.A. woman, come on, yow!
New York woman, come on, yow!
L.A. woman, come on, yow!
L.A. woman, come on, yeah
L.A. woman, come on, yeah
L.A. woman, come on, yeah
L.A. woman, come on, yeah
Yow!
L.A., L.A., L.A., L.A
L.A., L.A., L.A., L.A
New York, N.Y., oh yeah [?] baby [?]
Ow!