All Dressed Up For San Francisco

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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