All Dressed Up For San Francisco Lyrics - Singles - Philosopher Kings

She's got spider web hair 

And a skin like see through jelly 

With a, a porcelain stare 

That moves the walls of my belly 

But she used to have a Cherub's glow 

That lit a lamp gas nose 

Her eyes were full of hot wine 

And her body was a rose 

Now, she moved like a liquid 

Through the boys of Mason City 

Had every Gatling gun slinging soldier 

Every grease monkey, every Walter Mitty 

She finally settled on some corn husker 

With cotton seed teeth under a diamond smile 

Dressed up for San Francisco but 

Held up in Mason City for a while 

Now, her man used to work 

To make the corn belt grow 

While she would dream of a city 

With the soft heart, San Francisco 

Dream a quiet burrow 

For a husband, child and wife 

And poke another hole 

Into the heart of American life 

Now, San Francisco's no place 

For a Mason City couple 

You can get thrown into a turbine 

And get lost in the shuffle 

She keeps everything she owns 

In a Saratoga trunk that's going out of style 

Dressed up for San Francisco but 

Held up in Mason City for a while 

No, no, no 

No, no, no 

No, no, no 

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