The Mamas & the Papas

Straigh Shooter

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.