San Fransisco Lyrics & Chords By Warehouse

Folsom, Folsom street on the way to Polk and Castro You don't find them finer Freedom, freedom is in the air, yeah Searching for what we all treasure: pleasure Cycles, cycles...read more

Lying in the dining room all day Watching all the petals sweep and sway Open your eyes Purple Rain begins to flood the room Smelling like familiar perfume Open your thighs ...read more