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