I was midnight blowing my midwest moneyAt the whiskey on the Sunset StripJust trying to catch a buzz, listening to some GunsYou dug I wasn't trying to be hipWith those Malibu eyes, Hollywood smileYou know I couldn't leave you aloneCause you make me feel like Beverly HillsOn the cover of a Rolling StoneOoh, L.A. womanThat's gotta be the shortest dress I've ever seenOoh, L.A. womanI know I've been drinking, but I'm thinking you're falling for meYeahCome onWell, forget about that dude you been talking toAnd just slide into my booth and sit downWell, these drinks ain't cheap, so baby dig down deepIn my pocket for another roundWith those Malibu eyes, Hollywood smileYou know I couldn't leave you aloneCause you make me feel like Beverly HillsOn the cover of a Rolling StoneOoh, L.A. womanThat's gotta be the shortest dress I've ever seenOoh, L.A. womanI know I've been drinking, but I'm thinking you're falling for meMalibu eyesYeah, your Hollywood smileCalifornia girlsOh, never go out of styleWith those Malibu eyesYeah, that Hollywood smileCalifornia girlsOh, never go out, never go out of styleOoh, L.A. womanThat's gotta be the shortest dress I've ever seenOoh, L.A. womanI know I've been drinking, but I'm thinking you're falling for meOoh, L.A. womanOoh, L.A. woman
