L.A. Woman - Frankie Ballard

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 Rolling Stone

Ooh, L.A. woman

That’s gotta be the shortest dress I’ve ever seen

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 Rolling Stone

Ooh, L.A. woman

That’s gotta be the shortest dress I’ve ever seen

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, L.A. woman

That’s gotta be the shortest dress I’ve ever seen

Ooh, L.A. woman

I know I’ve been drinking, but I’m thinking you’re falling for me

Ooh, L.A. woman

Ooh, L.A. woman