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ChI want to write a song like the songwriters doA happening song for todayI hope you think my song a little beautifulBeautiful – without cliché I’ll take you flying in a beautiful balloon - up up and away Or maybe we’ll go for a beautiful (groovy kind of?) drive - along Pacific coast highwayI’ll throw my Ovation in the trunk of my carAnd you’ll go swimming while I playOr maybe we’ll drive those winding mountain roads To the hills above LA We’ll gaze out on that endless blue - I’ll see the wind in your hairYou’ll lean over and whisper in my ear and let me know you really careI’ll have a sharks tooth on a chain around my neckA cheesecloth shirt open to the waistThose blue denim shorts and your sun brown legs (sun glasses on?)Your lips will part with kisses I can taste Ch Or maybe we’ll be barefoot in the park - hand in hand we’ll watch the children playTomorrow - belongs to only them - but we’ll live for todayWe’ll groove to music there’s a whole dam sceneGoing down on my eight track machineAnd we’ll love beneath the stars in the warm desert darkOr maybe take a trip in Macarthur Park And we’ll rent an apartment that belongs to some cool catIn Santa this or Santa thatWe’ll live in Laurel Canyon or maybe Ocean DriveAnd only Mama Cass is getting fatAnd we’ll drink Tequila and groove by the poolMy advance on cocaine I can squanderAnd I’ll play in a band with that cool record dealAnd we’ll hang out with Peter Fonda
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