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

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

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