San Franciscan Nights letra

Strobe lights beam, creates dreams
Walls do move, minds do, too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old child, young child feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

Angels sing, leather wings
Jeans of blue, Harley Davidsons too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Young angel, old angel feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

I wasn't born there
Perhaps I'll die there
There's no place left to go
San Francisco

A cop's face is filled with hate
Heavens above he's on a street called love
When will they ever learn?
Young cop, old cop feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

I wasn't born there
Perhaps I'll die there
'Cause there's no place left to go
(San Francisco)

Young child, old child feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
Young angel, old angel feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

Harpo - Letras

• Horoscope
• Jessica
• Motorcycle Mama
• Moviestar
• Rock'n'roll Clown
• San Franciscan Nights
• San Franciscan Nights
• Smile
• Television