San Francisco - Jill Sobule

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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