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) La la la la la la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la La la la la La la