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                       AOLA Woman 

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I was home late one night. I couldn't sleep.
I signed on to the Internet to see who I'd meet.
I went into one of those chat rooms, Lobby 904.
And there I saw her chatting over by the door.
I asked where she was from, she said "Hollywood and Vine".
And for the rest of the night you know she blew my mind.

Now She's my L.A., My A.O.L.A. woman.
She's my L.A., my A.O.L.A. woman.
She might be tall or short. She may be fat or thin.
She might have a mustache and be stinking of gin. Who knows?
She's just my A.O.L.A. woman.

We talked all night, shared all our pains and ills.
And as the sun came up she gave me one more thrill.
Now She's my L.A., my A.O.L.A. woman.
She might be tall or short. She might be fat or thin.
She might have rotten teeth and live in a pig pen, Who knows?
She's just my A.O.L.A. woman. .... One time now

--- Instrumental ---

Now we meet up every night about quarter to one.
I don't know what her name is but were having so much fun.
She's my L.A., my A.O.L.A. woman.
She might be tall or short. She might be fat or thin.
She might chew tobacco and be uglier than sin. Who knows?
She's just my A.O.L.A. woman. Who knows?
She's just me A.O.L.A. woman. Who cares?
She's just my A.O.L.A. woman. Who knows?
I just hope it don't turn out that she's a man!

Copyright 1998 Chris McNeil, All Rights Reserved