Come Back From San Francisco

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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.
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Should pretty boys in discos 
    G         A
distract you from your novel,
  G      A            D
remember I'm awful in love with you.

G        A           G          
You need me like the wind needs 
    A             G
the trees to blow in.
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         A              G         
Like the moon needs poetry, you 
   A
need me.

     D                          
Come back from San Francisco and 
 G        A
kiss me; I've quit smoking.
  G      A                  D
I miss doing the wild thing with 
you.
     D
Will you stay? I don't think so,
    G     A                 G    
but all I do is worry, pack bags,
      A               D
 call cabs, and hurry home to me.

G        A           G          
You need me like the wind needs 
    A             G
the trees to blow in.
         A              G         
Like the moon needs poetry, you 
   A
need me.

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