Paroles:
Smith Elliot Condor Ave

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue She locked the car an' slipped past into rhythmic quietude Lights burning, voice dry and hoarse I threw

She took the oldsmobile out past condor ave And she locked the car and slipped past Into rhythmic quietude Lights burning Voice dry and hoarse I threw

She took the oldsmobile out past condor ave And she locked the car and slipped past Into rhythmic quietude Lights burning Voice dry and hoarse I threw

She took the oldsmobile out past condor ave And she locked the car and slipped past Into rhythmic quietude Lights burning Voice dry and hoarse I threw