San Francisco

She shuts the door behind me, waits for me to get undressed
She ask if I need water, I can barely understand her
I think she asked me what I do and I said that I’m a singer
She laughs and claps her hands
And then she begins
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»
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
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
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
Wonder 'bout 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» (Some people there)
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