| No dough, no place to go
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| (?) 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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| (?) 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’ve 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? |