| Spring was never waiting for us, dear
|
| It went one step ahead
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| As we followed in the dance
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| I recall the yellow cotton dress
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| Foaming like the wave
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| On the ground beneath your knees
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| CHORUS:
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| MacArthur’s Park is melting in the dark
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| All the sweet, green icing flowing down
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| Someone left the cake out in the rain
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| I don’t think that I can take it
|
| `Cause it took so long to bake it And I’ll never have that recipe again
|
| Oh, no!
|
| I recall the yellow cotton dress
|
| Foaming like the wave
|
| On the ground beneath your knees
|
| The birds, like tender babies in your hands
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| And the old men playing checkers by the trees
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| CHORUS:
|
| MacArthur’s Park is melting in the dark
|
| All the sweet, green icing flowing down
|
| Someone left the cake out in the rain
|
| I don’t think that I can take it
|
| `Cause it took so long to bake it And I’ll never have that recipe again
|
| Oh, no!
|
| Spring was never waiting for us, dear
|
| It went one step ahead
|
| As we followed in the dance
|
| I recall the yellow cotton dress
|
| Foaming like the wave
|
| On the ground beneath your knees
|
| CHORUS:
|
| MacArthur’s Park is melting in the dark
|
| All the sweet, green icing flowing down
|
| Someone left the cake out in the rain
|
| I don’t think that I can take it
|
| `Cause it took so long to bake it And I’ll never have that recipe again
|
| Oh, no! |