zoe boekbinder - typewriter girl lyrics
in the old san francisco bay
there’s a girl, a typewriter girl, born on the first day of summer in nineteen twenty and eight
this girl, the typewriter girl, rode into work on her bicycle every day
she typed out every letter of every word that everybody did say
this girl, the typewriter girl, waved to the drum major leading the ticker-tape parade
the ink on her dress leaves a stain in the shape of a blade
in the old san francisco bay
there’s a girl, a typewriter girl, riding to work on her bicycle every day
on the first day of summer in nineteen forty and eight
this girl, the typewriter girl, under the wheels of a cable car, did break
such innocent, innocent, innocent, innocent times
in an innocent, innocent, innocent, innocent face
it’s a cruel, cruel cruel typewriter world
gave her a cruel cruel cruel machinery fate
in the old san francisco bay
there’s a girl, a typewriter girl, died on the first day of summer in nineteen forty and eight
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