Come Back From San Francisco Testo

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.