By Paul McCartney (I) can't tell you
Can't say (I've) found out,
what's all about. Don't know who does,
(I) tell you to
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Oh, oh, oh, No, no, no. I must be wrong, baby, yeah.
But I don't believe that he's the one,
I must be wrong, I must be wrong,
But if you insist,
I have to leave,
And when I'm gone,
I'll leave my message in my song,
That's right. Beware, my love,
Before you're much older,
He'll bowl you over.
Beware, my love,
He'll sweep you up under his carpet.
You'd be in luck if you could stop it. Come on, now. Well, he'll wear you out,
you'll hear a shout,
and in a miniute,
and then you'll be in it. So, so beware my love,
Beware, my love,
'cause he'll take you under.
the sound of his thunder,
Can't say (I've) found out. I tell you to
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
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