| I met her while in France | |
| We had a brief romance | |
| She rubbed my arm | |
| I rubbed her arm | |
| Then we dirty danced | |
| She moved down to L.A. | |
| She met a dude o.k. | |
| He sawed her head off with a knife | |
| Now she's gone away | |
| Hid away | |
| Hid away | |
| Hid away | |
| Went away | |
| California's nice | |
| It snowed there once or twice | |
| Bullets fly across the sky | |
| The path is smooth and tight | |
| I caught one at the bus stop | |
| I said hey man I've been shot | |
| I felt the warm blood rolling down | |
| Now it's gone away | |
| Hid away | |
| Hid away | |
| Hid away | |
| I met her while in France | |
| We had a brief romance | |
| She rubbed my arm | |
| I rubbed her arm | |
| Then we dirty danced | |
| She moved down to L.A. | |
| She met a dude o.k. | |
| He sawed her head off with a knife | |
| Now she's gone away | |
| Hid away | |
| Hid away | |
| Hid away |