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.