Come Back From San Francisco

Come back from San Francisco
 It can't be all that pretty
 When all of New York City misses you
 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
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 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
 You need me
 Like the wind needs the trees
 To blow in
 Like the moon needs poetry
 You need me
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 You need me
 Like the wind needs the trees
 To blow in
 Like the moon needs poetry
 You need me
 When you betray me, betray me with a kiss
 Damn you, I've never stayed up as late as this