Francesca Brown - San Francisco

From a hill I met your face
I didn't meant to come back to this place
But you had brought me the grace I'd long to feel
And now I'm sitting here with you and I'm so damn confused
Oh boy I don't think that I
I'm ready to be a wife
So won't you take me away to the San Francisco Bay
You are a misplaced country boy
Oh I don't know where the hell ya came from
But you had brought me the grace I'd long to feel
And now I'm sitting here with you and I'm so damn confused
Oh I like my time I spent with you
And all those maps your father drew
And all those critters in your attic
They wouldn't scare me if they coulda had it
And that little bungalow I kinda wanted to to get to know
Oh boy I don't think that I
I'm ready to be a wife
So won't you take me away to the San Francisco Bay
Oh boy I don't think that I
I'm ready to be a wife
So won't you take me away to the San Francisco Bay

Written by:
Francesca Aramburo

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