Twelve-Thirty (Young Girls Are Coming to the Canyon) Lyrics
| Song | Twelve-Thirty (Young Girls Are Coming to the Canyon) |
| Artist | The Mamas & the Papas |
| Album | The Papas & the Mamas |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics：John Phillips | |
| Music：John Phillips | |
| I used to live in New York City | |
| Everything there was dark and dirty | |
| Outside my window was a steeple | |
| With a clock that always said twelve-thirty | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the mornings I can see them walkin' | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I can't keep myself from talkin' | |
| At first so strange to feel so friendly | |
| To say 'Good mornin'' and really mean it | |
| To feel these changes happenin' in me | |
| But not to notice till I feel it | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the mornings I can see them walkin' | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I can't keep myself from talkin' | |
| Cloudy waters cast no reflection | |
| Images of beauty lie there stagnant | |
| Vibrations bounce in no direction | |
| But lie there shattered into fragments | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the mornings I can see them walkin' | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I can't keep myself from talkin' |
| Lyrics: John Phillips | |
| Music: John Phillips | |
| I used to live in New York City | |
| Everything there was dark and dirty | |
| Outside my window was a steeple | |
| With a clock that always said twelvethirty | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the mornings I can see them walkin' | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I can' t keep myself from talkin' | |
| At first so strange to feel so friendly | |
| To say ' Good mornin'' and really mean it | |
| To feel these changes happenin' in me | |
| But not to notice till I feel it | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the mornings I can see them walkin' | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I can' t keep myself from talkin' | |
| Cloudy waters cast no reflection | |
| Images of beauty lie there stagnant | |
| Vibrations bounce in no direction | |
| But lie there shattered into fragments | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the mornings I can see them walkin' | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I can' t keep myself from talkin' |
| Lyrics: John Phillips | |
| Music: John Phillips | |
| I used to live in New York City | |
| Everything there was dark and dirty | |
| Outside my window was a steeple | |
| With a clock that always said twelvethirty | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the mornings I can see them walkin' | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I can' t keep myself from talkin' | |
| At first so strange to feel so friendly | |
| To say ' Good mornin'' and really mean it | |
| To feel these changes happenin' in me | |
| But not to notice till I feel it | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the mornings I can see them walkin' | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I can' t keep myself from talkin' | |
| Cloudy waters cast no reflection | |
| Images of beauty lie there stagnant | |
| Vibrations bounce in no direction | |
| But lie there shattered into fragments | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the mornings I can see them walkin' | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I can' t keep myself from talkin' |
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