down in south Oakland, off east 14th its raining
six a.m. on sunday and the bums are praying
met her at a party we were drunk now were sober
she said its cold got a long walk home come over
she's a bombshell
I've retraced my steps a thousand times
seems I've spent hours asking all my friends about her
been six months but ill never be the same
nobody remembers her name
