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.