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