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 hipWith 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 StoneOh, 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 onWell, forget about that dude you been talking to
And just slide into my booth and sit down
Well, these drinks ain't cheap, so just dig down deep
In my pocket for another roundWith 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 StoneOoh, L.A. woman
That's gotta be the shortest dress I've ever seen
Oh, L.A. woman
I know I've been drinking, but I'm thinking you're falling for meMalibu 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 styleOoh, L.A. woman
That's gotta be the shortest dress I've ever seen
Oh, L.A. woman
I know I've been drinking, but I'm thinking you're falling for meOh, L.A. woman
Oh, L.A. woman
Songwriters
FRANKIE BALLARD, BRETT WARREN, BRAD WARRENPublished by
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