Letras de The Streets of San Francisco

On a cold misty night
At 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

She got herself beat up and left for dead
By a man she felt true love for
But who left her out of hand
She′s out to take revenge on every man
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
Carl Malden was great
But just a bit late
Got him right between the eyes

She's the Golden Gate Park killer
She's the scourge of Frisco Bay

She got herself beat up and left for dead
By a man she felt true love for
But who left her out of hand
She′s out to take revenge on every man
She stands there with a pistol in her hand

She′s the Golden Gate Park killer
She's the scourge of Frisco Bay
She got herself beat up and left for dead
By a man she felt true love for
But who left her out of hand
She′s out to take revenge on every man
She stands there with a pistol in her hand