She shuts the door behind me, waits for me to get undressed
She asks if I need water, I can barely understand her
I think she asks me what I do, and I said that I'm a singer
She laughs and claps her hands, and then she begins
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
I 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
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
 
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
 
I wonder about 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

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Writer(s): Jill Sobule, Robin Eaton