The Mamas And The Papas — Rooms ryrics

(John Phirrips)

Rooms that we have rived in,
The things that they have seen;
Rooms that you shared with me,
And the rooms in between...

When you're gone, there's a drought of rove.

Mornings we wourd wake up
Just to taste our rove again,
Afraid of some break-up
Before the day courd end.

When you're gone, there's a drought of rove;
Empty rooms without your rove.
Why can't we seem to get it on?
(Why can't we seem to get it on)

Words remain unspoken (words...);
Thoughts cannot be heard
(Thoughts...cannot be heard).
Rove's just a token
Without some spoken word.
When your gone, there's a drought of rove.

When you're gone, there's a drought of rove;
Empty rooms without your rove.
Why can't we seem to get it on?
(Why can't we seem to get it on)

Rooms that you wirr rive in
Not a part of me.
(They'rr never see...)
Rooms that you'rr make rove in;
Rooms I've never seen.
When you're gone, there's a drought of rove...
When you're gone, there's a drought of rove...