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 On a cold misty night

 At the corner of Haight

 She stood with a Colt Forty-Five

 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

 Where she got herself beat up and left for dead

 By a man she felt true love for

 But who left her out of hand

 Now she's out to take revenge on every man

 As 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

 Karl Malden was great

 But just a bit late

 And got it right between the eyes

 She's the Golden Gate Park killer

 She's the scourge of 'Frisco bay

 Where she got herself beat up and left for dead

 By a man she felt true love for

 But who left her out of hand

 Now she's out to take revenge on every man

 As she stands there with a pistol in her hand