Текст (слова) песни: The Barclay James Harvest - Fiction: The Streets Of San Francisco
On a cold misty night On the corner of Haight She stood with a Colt 45 The gun in her hand Awaiting her man A victim to take by surprise
She`s the Golden Gate Park killer She`s the scourge of `Frisco bay Where she got herself beat up and left for dead By a man she felt true love for But who left her out of hand Now she`s out to take revenge on every man As she stands there with a pistol in her hand
The victim arrives She looks in his eyes He goes for the gun in her hand
Karl Malden was great (unlike the film, though) But just a bit late (this was the real show) And got it right between the eyes
She`s the Golden Gate Park killer She`s the scourge of `Frisco bay Where she got herself beat up and left for dead By a man she felt true love for But who left her out of hand Now she`s out to take revenge on every man As she stands there with a pistol in her hand
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