Come Back From San Francisco Lyrics

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...
When you betray me betray me with a kiss Damn you
I've never stayed up as late as this