When I bathe With the blue soap And I smell it's crisp aroma I remember you lying, half covered with the sheet in the Kimpton While I showered And your inked arms and unfinished back were a tapestry
And we went to Boboquivari on Lombard You reclining beautiful in the Taxi Your head on my lap And the driver told us of Milk and Twinkies on Lombard But we were too young to remember the event And we walked on the Pier and you said “Listen to the seals!” as they barked and splashed, unseen in the black water When I bathe with the blue soap I remember only you I remember only San Francisco
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San Francisco and The Blue Soap
When I bathe
With the blue soap
And I smell it's crisp aroma
I remember you lying, half covered with the sheet in the Kimpton
While I showered
And your inked arms and unfinished back were a tapestry
And we went to Boboquivari on Lombard
You reclining beautiful in the Taxi
Your head on my lap
And the driver told us of Milk and Twinkies on Lombard
But we were too young to remember the event
And we walked on the Pier and you said
“Listen to the seals!” as they barked and splashed, unseen in the black water
When I bathe with the blue soap
I remember only you
I remember only San Francisco
its not 'it's'… gah…
Hey JC! Just had this in my head and had to get it out…
i loved this and hope you don't mind that i just posted 🙂