Album by Elliott Smith
Number of Lyrics in Album : 8
By Elliott Smith, she took the oldsmobile out past condor avenue and she locked
By Elliott Smith, two dollar color pictures from a photo booth dirty stepped
By Elliott Smith, last call, he was sick of it all asleep at
By Elliott Smith, At a party he was waiting Looking kind of spooky and
By Elliott Smith, Concrete hands picked up the telephone ring Do you know who
By Elliott Smith, we arrived too late our mouths were opening, I turned
By Elliott Smith, For a change she got out before he hurt her
By Elliott Smith, he played himself didn't need me to give him hell he could