作词 : Phillips 作曲 : John Phillips Don't get me mad; don't tell no lie. Don't make me sad; don't pass me by. Baby are you holding, holding anything but me? 'Cause I'm a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean. You can bring me love; you can hang around. You can bring me up; don't you bring me down. Baby are you holding, holding anything but me? 'Cause I'm a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean. I've been searching all night, just to find what I'm looking for. Baby, baby, treat me right, or I won't come round your door No more! You can bring me love; you can hang around. You can bring me up; don't you bring me down. Baby are you holding, holding anything but me? 'Cause I'm a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean. I've been searching all night, just to find what I'm looking for. Baby, baby, treat me right, or I won't come round your door No more! Don't get me mad; don't tell no lie. Don't get me sad; just get me high. Baby, what your holding, half of that belongs to me. 'Cause I'm a real straight shooter (Baby, don't you get me down...) I'm a real straight shooter... (I've been searching all night long...) I'm a real straight shooter (baby) if you know what I mean--- If you know what I mean.
作词 : Phillips 作曲 : John Phillips Don't get me mad; don't tell no lie. Don't make me sad; don't pass me by. Baby are you holding, holding anything but me? 'Cause I'm a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean. You can bring me love; you can hang around. You can bring me up; don't you bring me down. Baby are you holding, holding anything but me? 'Cause I'm a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean. I've been searching all night, just to find what I'm looking for. Baby, baby, treat me right, or I won't come round your door No more! You can bring me love; you can hang around. You can bring me up; don't you bring me down. Baby are you holding, holding anything but me? 'Cause I'm a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean. I've been searching all night, just to find what I'm looking for. Baby, baby, treat me right, or I won't come round your door No more! Don't get me mad; don't tell no lie. Don't get me sad; just get me high. Baby, what your holding, half of that belongs to me. 'Cause I'm a real straight shooter (Baby, don't you get me down...) I'm a real straight shooter... (I've been searching all night long...) I'm a real straight shooter (baby) if you know what I mean--- If you know what I mean.
