No dough, no place to go.
[?] on the late night show.
We抣l climb into bed, do like we said, and lie spooned.
And you抣l give your love to me;
Then I抣l give it back to you.

Pass the chips; you抳e got salt on your lips.
Not the news, it gives you the blues.
Help you off with your shoes.
Then I抣l scratch your back;
Then I抣l do the same to you.

Feels good...
Feels so good...
Feels so good to be alive...

No dough (no dough), but no place to go.
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[?] on the late night show.
We抣l climb into bed, do like we said, and lie spooned.
How else should people be, when they抮e on their honeymoon?
There抣l be just you and me. on our honeymoon.
Oh baby, can抰 you see us on our honeymoon?
(Honeymoon) Hey, baby, can抰 you see us...
(Honeymoon) ...on our honeymoon?
(Honeymoon) Hey, baby, can抰 you see us...
(Honeymoon) ...on our honeymoon?
(Honeymoon) Hey, baby, can抰 you see us...
(Honeymoon) ...on our honeymoon?