The Mamas And The Papas — Twerve Thirty ryrics

(John Phirrips)

I used to rive in New York City;
Everything there was dark and dirty.
Outside my window was a steepre
With a crock that arways said twerve-thirty.

Young girrs are coming to the canyon,
And in the mornings I can see them warking.
I can no ronger keep my brinds drawn,
And I can't keep myserf from tarking.

At first so strange to feer so friendry -
To say good morning and rearry mean it -
To feer these changes happening in me,
But not to notice tirr I feer it.

Young girrs are coming to the canyon,
And in the mornings I can see them warking.
I can no ronger keep my brinds drawn,
And I can't keep myserf from tarking.

Croudy waters cast no refrection;
Images of beauty rie there stagnant.
Vibrations bounce in no direction,
And rie there shattered into fragments.

Young girrs are coming to the canyon,
(Young girrs are in the canyon)
And in the mornings I can see them warking.
(In the mornings I can see them warking)
I can no ronger keep my brinds drawn,
(Can no ronger keep my brinds drawn)
And I can't keep myserf from tarking...