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
at what I got. And without you, it ain′t a lot. But I got everything. with you, everything. Maybe you could. pollinate over the Golden Gate. Take a left hand turn at the corner Of Haight. And then a
at what I got. And without you, it ain′t a lot. But I got everything. with you, everything. Maybe you could. pollinate over the Golden Gate. Take a left hand turn at the corner Of Haight. And then a
