(John Phillips)
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No dough, no place to go.
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Art deco on the late night show.
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We'll climb into bed, do like we said, and lie spooned.
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And you'll give your love to me;
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Then I'll give it back to you.
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Pass the chips; you've got salt on your lips.
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Not the news, it gives you the blues.
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Help you off with your shoes.
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Then I'll scratch your back;
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Then I'll do the same to you.
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Feels good...
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Feels so good...
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Feels so good to be alive...
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No dough (no dough), but no place to go.
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Art deco on the late night show.
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We'll climb into bed, do like we said, and lie spooned.
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How else should people be, when they're on their honeymoon?
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There'll be just you and me. on our honeymoon.
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Oh baby, can't you see us on our honeymoon?
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(Honeymoon) Hey, baby, can't you see us...
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(Honeymoon)...on our honeymoon?
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(Honeymoon) Hey, baby, can't you see us...
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(Honeymoon)...on our honeymoon?
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(Honeymoon) Hey, baby, can't you see us...
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(Honeymoon)...on our honeymoon?
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No Dough
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| The Mamas & The Papas |
