| Song | Our Lady of San Francisco |
| Artist | Cher |
| Album | Not.Com.mercial |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cher, Garvin, Wayland | |
| I met a woman in | |
| San Francisco | |
| Who was lyin' in the street | |
| I walked on past her in a hurry | |
| I didn't want her at my feet | |
| Am I just numb or overloaded | |
| Or have I lost all sense of worth | |
| This lady beggin' for survival | |
| Doomed by a twist of fate from birth i met this woman in | |
| San Francisco | |
| She only had one shoe | |
| Have we all gone crazy | |
| How can this happen | |
| Is there nothin' we can do | |
| I don't believe that for a fuckin minute | |
| No system's comin' to her rescue | |
| While she lay crying | |
| I felt helpless | |
| Where are these crack | |
| That she fell through | |
| The times we live in have less value | |
| Than Bob Dole's useless arm | |
| There are no fires burning brightly | |
| What's even worse | |
| There's no alarm | |
| I met this lady in | |
| San Francisco | |
| She was dyin' at my feet | |
| People passed her like she was nothin' | |
| Less than garbage in the street | |
| The times we live in must have value | |
| We can't all turn away 'cos that woman who had nothin' | |
| Might be me or you | |
| Some day Some day | |
| Some day Some day |
| zuo ci : Cher, Garvin, Wayland | |
| I met a woman in | |
| San Francisco | |
| Who was lyin' in the street | |
| I walked on past her in a hurry | |
| I didn' t want her at my feet | |
| Am I just numb or overloaded | |
| Or have I lost all sense of worth | |
| This lady beggin' for survival | |
| Doomed by a twist of fate from birth i met this woman in | |
| San Francisco | |
| She only had one shoe | |
| Have we all gone crazy | |
| How can this happen | |
| Is there nothin' we can do | |
| I don' t believe that for a fuckin minute | |
| No system' s comin' to her rescue | |
| While she lay crying | |
| I felt helpless | |
| Where are these crack | |
| That she fell through | |
| The times we live in have less value | |
| Than Bob Dole' s useless arm | |
| There are no fires burning brightly | |
| What' s even worse | |
| There' s no alarm | |
| I met this lady in | |
| San Francisco | |
| She was dyin' at my feet | |
| People passed her like she was nothin' | |
| Less than garbage in the street | |
| The times we live in must have value | |
| We can' t all turn away ' cos that woman who had nothin' | |
| Might be me or you | |
| Some day Some day | |
| Some day Some day |
| zuò cí : Cher, Garvin, Wayland | |
| I met a woman in | |
| San Francisco | |
| Who was lyin' in the street | |
| I walked on past her in a hurry | |
| I didn' t want her at my feet | |
| Am I just numb or overloaded | |
| Or have I lost all sense of worth | |
| This lady beggin' for survival | |
| Doomed by a twist of fate from birth i met this woman in | |
| San Francisco | |
| She only had one shoe | |
| Have we all gone crazy | |
| How can this happen | |
| Is there nothin' we can do | |
| I don' t believe that for a fuckin minute | |
| No system' s comin' to her rescue | |
| While she lay crying | |
| I felt helpless | |
| Where are these crack | |
| That she fell through | |
| The times we live in have less value | |
| Than Bob Dole' s useless arm | |
| There are no fires burning brightly | |
| What' s even worse | |
| There' s no alarm | |
| I met this lady in | |
| San Francisco | |
| She was dyin' at my feet | |
| People passed her like she was nothin' | |
| Less than garbage in the street | |
| The times we live in must have value | |
| We can' t all turn away ' cos that woman who had nothin' | |
| Might be me or you | |
| Some day Some day | |
| Some day Some day |