The Philosopher Kings - All Dressed Up For San Francisco lyrics

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 ...