The Streets Of San Francisco Lyrics
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The Streets Of San Francisco Lyricsby The Barclay James Harvest Buy album CD: Other Songs H - W On a cold misty night On the corner of Haight She stood with a Colt forty-five. 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. Repeat Chorus.
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