San Francisco Song – Camera Obscura – letras

You know I cannot stand your love for alcoholYou’re such a tall man but you’re looking kind of smallI’ll send you movie stills to rid you of your illsBecause you’re illNow you’re finding out I’m hard to pleaseYou’d better watch your mouth you’ll bring a girl close to tearsI ripped up my lyric book, gave myself the blackest lookBlack looksYou would think by now I wouldn’t miss this placeIt makes my poor legs weak and my sweet heart start to raceTo race, yeah to race