Come back from San Francisco.
when all of New York City misses you.
It can't be all that pretty,
remember I'm awful in love with you.
Should pretty boys in discos distract you from your novel, 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.
but all I do is worry, pack bags, call cabs, and hurry home to me.
Will you stay? I don't think so, When you betray me, betray me with a kiss. Damn you. I've never stayed up as late as this.
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