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