Escovedo-Prophet I saw her in the neighborhood, movin' sideways Not lookin' too good Then I saw her in the parking lot Wearing Blackmail and she was smokin' pot On the arm of Antonio lookin' for love inside the rodeo Top ranking in a three piece suit Like a black work model in lonestar boots. (Singing) Street songs of love (Singing) Street songs of love (Singing) Street songs of love (Singing) Street songs of love. I saw her dancing on a beachland night Movin' for money on some bad advice Her reflection was her drug of choice Praticed apologies in a voodoo voice Her hips were gliding to a Les Paul scream Harder then the rest like a tin machine Top ranking in a mohair suit like a tattooed Elvis in a Jaguar boot. (Singing) Street songs of love (Singing) Street songs of love (Singing) Street songs of love (Singing) Street songs of love. The happy hour is winding down I want to hang but there's no one around I saw her dancing in the parking lot Wearing Blackmail and she was smokin' pot On the arm of Antonio Lookin' for love inside the rodeo Top ranking in a gas mask kiss Like a tattooed Elvis in a French movie twist. (Singing) Street songs of love (Singing) Street songs of love (Singing) Street songs of love (Singing) Street songs of love. (Singing) Street songs of love (Singing) Street songs of love (Singing) Street songs of love (Singing) Street songs of love.