BOMBSHELL
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 freinds about her been six months but ill never be the same nobody remembers her name she's a bombshell
Writer(s): Timothy Armstrong, Roger Matthew Freeman, Jesse Michaels, David M Mello
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