L.A. Woman

I was midnight blowing my midwest money At the whiskey on the Sunset Strip Just trying to catch a buzz, listening to some Guns You dug I wasn't trying to be hip With those Malibu eyes, Hollywood smile You know I couldn't leave you alone 'Cause you make me feel like Beverly Hills On the cover of a Rolling Stone Ooh-ooh, L.A. woman That's gotta be the shortest dress I've ever seen Ooh-ooh, L.A. woman I know I've been drinking, but I'm thinking you're falling for me Yeah Come on Well, forget about that dude you been talking to And just slide into my booth and sit down Well, these drinks ain't cheap, so baby dig down deep In my pocket for another round With those Malibu eyes, Hollywood smile You know I couldn't leave you alone 'Cause you make me feel like Beverly Hills On the cover of a Rolling Stone Ooh-ooh, L.A. woman That's gotta be the shortest dress I've ever seen Ooh-ooh, L.A. woman I know I've been drinking, but I'm thinking you're falling for me Malibu eyes Yeah, your Hollywood smile California girls Oh, never go out of style With those Malibu eyes Yeah, that Hollywood smile California girls Oh, never go out, never go out of style Ooh-ooh, L.A. woman That's gotta be the shortest dress I've ever seen Ooh-ooh, L.A. woman I know I've been drinking, but I'm thinking you're falling for me Ooh-ooh, L.A. woman Ooh-ooh, L.A. woman