Down in south oaklandOff east 14th its rainingSix a.m. on sunday and the bums are prayingMet her at a party we were
drunk now were soberShe said its cold got a long walk home come overShes a bombshellI've retraced my steps a thousand times
Seems I've spent hours asking all my freinds about herBeen six months but ill never be the sameNobody remembers her nameShes
a bombshell