San Francisco

She shuts the door behind me, waits for me to get undressed She asks if I need water, I can barely understand her I think she asks me what I do, and I said that I'm a singer She laughs and claps her hands, and then she begins She sings I like to go to San Francisco, I like to go put flowers in my hair I like to go to San Francisco, I like to meet some people there She looks just like a sparrow but she's strong just like a wrestler She kneads and pulls and climbs on top, it hurts but I will try to take it I ask her if she's ever been, been to San Francisco She tells me that she can't leave, they won't let her leave And she sings I like to go to San Francisco, I like to go put flowers in my hair I like to go to San Francisco, I like to meet some people there And in Golden Gate Park She'll throw a Frisbee, she'll bring a dog And she'll meet a boy, and they'll fall in love And she'll feel so free, still walk on his back I wonder about the place I'm in and how they treat the girls I know that it's legitimate, but still it makes me wonder She gets up to leave, and I put back on my clothes I tip her well, she bows to me, I really hope one day she gets to go To San Francisco I like to go put flowers in my hair I like to go to San Francisco I like to meet some people there

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