Come Back from San Francisco

Come back from

San Francisco, it can't be all that pretty

When all of

New York City misses you

Should pretty boys in discos distract you from your novel

Remember I'm awful in love with you

You need me like the wind needs the trees to blow in

Like the moon needs poetry, you need me

Come back from

San Francisco and kiss me,

I've quit smoking

I miss doing the wild thing with you

Will you stay?

I don't think so but all

I do is worry

Pack bags, call cabs and hurry home to me

You need me like the wind needs the trees to blow in

Like the moon needs poetry, you need me

You need me like the wind needs the trees to blow in

Like the moon needs poetry, you need me

When you betray me, betray me with a kiss

Damn you,

I've never stayed up as late as this