San Francisco Bay
At the San Francisco Bay
serving and dancing all the way
June, July and May
may I may?
Up and down the street side
cable cars climb
out of control
desperate for my soul
In the blue violin day
at the San Francisco Bay
Dancing Classes,
where I hold my baby
until I drop my glasses
San Francisco my Bay
be cold in your way.
Strip off your clothes,
drive me crazy
in that maze
Put me Blind, lets say
and the spark will ignite me again.
San Francisco Soul
the Day of Gold
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