San francisco

Girl sells roses from bar to bar and she is not the princess she once was
Soon she will come back to haunt you all if you don't buy something
Ways and ways to go before girl is done she's just a portrait for the whole world to see
Can you see that her short skirt lights up so you don't miss a thing

Whoever said that it's as easy as it looks?
Do you even feel the need to let her off the hook?

Christmas lights and roses in San Francisco on any given night
Bold and beautiful she may be and I think she may be right

Self indulgent you may think she is in it to add a jewel to her crown
But she can't accept your sympathy no she doesn't want your hand me downs
Where the golden hills touch the water you will find the life that she leads
The darkness comes and the coldness takes her breath she knows its time for her to leave

Look in her eyes and put her in the place that you want to see her go
Just remember her shoes don't fit your feet so you can't walk down her road