Come Back From San Francisco

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     D
Come back from San Francisco.
   G        A
It can't be all that pretty,
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when all of New York City misses you.
       D                        G         A
Should pretty boys in discos distract you from your novel,
  G      A            D
remember I'm awful in love with you.
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You need me like the wind needs the trees to blow in.
         A              G            A
Like the moon needs poetry, you need me.
     D                           G        A
Come back from San Francisco and kiss me; I've quit smoking.
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I miss doing the wild thing with you.
     D
Will you stay? I don't think so,
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but all I do is worry, pack bags, call cabs, and hurry home to me.
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You need me like the wind needs the trees to blow in.
         A              G            A
Like the moon needs poetry, you need me.
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When you betray me, betray me with a kiss.
     A         G                  D
Damn you. I've never stayed up as late as this.