"The first time I met you was up on the hill
With tequila on Tuesday and roses in well
You gave me a kiss as strong as the winds
That swirl through the lots of China basin

I stood and I stared at the brass of St. Mary
Where the beggars are more likely wishing then praying
The gamblers rushing the gates of bay meadows
The beating of hearts in the ghettos

Give me your heart, take my ring, love
Give me your heart, break this chain
Plenty of room for improvement, you see
And many a fool fakes this thing called love."

~$wingin' Utter$