Arty¶ci na literę:
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
0
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
Utwory na literę:
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
0
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
L.A. Woman
- wykonawca: Doors, The
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago.
Took a look around see which way fuckin the wind blows,
see the little shit girls in their shit Hollywood bungalows.
Are you a fuckin little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel?
City of the fuckin Night.
City of the fuckin Night.
City of the fuckin Night.
City of the fuckin Night.
Whoo! C'mon!
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman. Sunday afternoon.
L.A. Woman. Sunday afternoon.
L.A. Woman. Sunday afternoon.
Drive thru your suburbs
Into your boobs.
Into your boobs.
Yeah, yeah.
Into your boobs.
Into your boobs.
Oh!
I see your hair is burnin'.
Hills are filled with fire.
If they say I never loved you,
You know they are all liars.
Drivin' down your freeway.
Midnight alleys roam .
Cops in cars. The topless bars.
Never saw a woman
So alone.
So alone.
So alone.
So alone.
Motel. Money. Murder. Madness.
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Gotta keep on risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Gotta keep on risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago.
Took a look around see which way the wind blow,
see the little girls in their shit Hollywood bungalows.
Are you a fuckin little lady in the City of Light bollucks
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night.
City of Night.
City of Night.
City of Night.
fucking hell
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman..
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago.
Took a look around see which way fuckin the wind blows,
see the little shit girls in their shit Hollywood bungalows.
Are you a fuckin little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel?
City of the fuckin Night.
City of the fuckin Night.
City of the fuckin Night.
City of the fuckin Night.
Whoo! C'mon!
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman. Sunday afternoon.
L.A. Woman. Sunday afternoon.
L.A. Woman. Sunday afternoon.
Drive thru your suburbs
Into your boobs.
Into your boobs.
Yeah, yeah.
Into your boobs.
Into your boobs.
Oh!
I see your hair is burnin'.
Hills are filled with fire.
If they say I never loved you,
You know they are all liars.
Drivin' down your freeway.
Midnight alleys roam .
Cops in cars. The topless bars.
Never saw a woman
So alone.
So alone.
So alone.
So alone.
Motel. Money. Murder. Madness.
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Gotta keep on risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Gotta keep on risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago.
Took a look around see which way the wind blow,
see the little girls in their shit Hollywood bungalows.
Are you a fuckin little lady in the City of Light bollucks
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night.
City of Night.
City of Night.
City of Night.
fucking hell
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman..