She shuts the door behind me, waits for me to get undressed She ask if I need water, I can barely understand her I think she asked me what I do and I said that I'm a singer She laughs and claps her hands And then she begins And she sings:
"I like to go to San Francisco I like to go Put flowers in my hair I like to go to San Francisco I like to meet Some people there"
She looks just like a sparrow, but she's strong just like a wrestler She kneads and pulls and climbs on top It hurts, but I will try to take it Ask her if she's ever been Been to San Francisco She tells me that she can't leave They won't let her leave She sings:
"I like to go to San Francisco I like to go Put flowers in my hair I like to go to San Francisco I like to meet Some people there"
And in Golden Gate Park She'll throw a Frisbee She'll bring a dog And she'll meet a boy And they'll fall in love And she'll feel so free Still walk on his back
Wonder 'bout the place I'm in and how they treat the girls I know that it's legitimate But still it makes me wonder She gets up to leave And I put back on my clothes I tip her well, she bows to me I really hope one day she gets to go
"...To San Francisco I like to go Put flowers in my hair I like to go to San Francisco I like to meet Some people there" (Some people there)