Текст песни Straight Shooter - With John Phillips Intro - The Mamas & The Papas

Michelle and myself and Marshall Brickman who's now
Right now he's head writer on the Tonight Show, comedy writer, very funny guy
We're a trio singing together and Marshall wanted to write a movie script
And Denny had just left a group called the Halifax Three, he was in New York
And I had met him a couple of years before on tour
And so he called me and said "I hear you need a tenor"
And he came over and he sang and it worked out fine
Then, 'bout three or four weeks later we met Cass
And Cass and I are from the same hometown in, in Virginia, Alexandria Virginia
We didn't know each other, I was maybe five years older than Cass
And by the time she got to school, I'd left
Cass followed us around for months
Oh, maybe six or seven months trying to join the group, you know
We kept sayin', "No, no"
She'd get a job as a waitress where we were working, right?
Just to be around
It was just, she knew she was gonna get in the group
And we knew she was gonna get in the group also
Just a good game to play for a while
She had to keep following us and she finally followed us down to the Virgin Islands
Where we're camping out, can you imagine Cass camping out?
Don't get me mad, don't tell no lie
Don't make me sad, don't pass me by (By)
Baby, are you holdin', holdin' anything but me?
'Cause I'm a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean
You can bring me love, you can hang around
You can bring me up, don't you bring me down (Down)
Baby, are you holdin', holdin' anything but me?
'Cause I'm a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean
I've been searchin' all night
Just to find what I'm lookin' for
Baby, baby, treat me right
Or I won't come 'round your door, no more
You can bring me love, you can hang around
You can bring me up, don't you bring me down (Down)
Baby, are you holdin', holdin' anything but me?
'Cause I'm a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean
I've been searchin' all night
Just to find what I'm lookin' for (Lookin' for, lookin' for)
Baby, baby, treat me right
Or I won't come 'round your door, no more
Don't get me mad, don't tell no lie
Don't get me sad, just get me high (High)
Baby, what you're holdin', half of that belongs to me
('Cause I'm a real straight shooter) Baby, don't you get me mad
(I'm a real straight shooter) I've been searchin' all night long
(I'm a real straight shooter) Baby, if you know what I mean
If you know what I mean