| Lyric | Beatle song |
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| Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers, that grow so incredibly high. | |
| Take me to your daddy's farm, let me hear your balalaika's ringing out | |
| For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool | |
| I don't know why she ridin' so high, she ought to think twice | |
| And nobody seems to like him, they can tell what he wants to do | |
| Don’t ask me what I want it for, (Haha! Mister Wilson!) | |
| I think it's only fair, pride can hurt you, too, apologize to her | |
| I don't wanna sound complaining, but you know there's always rain in my heart | |
| Wednesday morning papers didn't come. Thursday night your stockings needed mending. | |
| When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide. And I stop and I turn and then I go for a ride. | |
| I told that girl I can start right away. When she said listen babe I got something to say. | |
| always on my mind, one thing I can say girl | |
| Look at him working. darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there | |
| | Lyric | Beatle song |
|---|
| Take these sunken eyes and learn to see, all your life | |
| He's got muddy water he's got mojo filter | |
| We're all alone and there's nobody else. You still moan: 'Keep your hands to yourself!' | |
| There is still a light that shines on me. | |
| But when she turns her back on the boy, he creeps up from behind. | |
| I see the ice is slowly melting | |
| Had you gone, you knew in time, we'd meet again | |
| But every now and then I feel so insecure | |
| Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye. Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess, | |
| And the bag across her shoulder, made her look a little like a military man. | |
| Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble, très bien ensemble. | |
| I'll be writing more in a week or two, I can make it longer if you like the style | |
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VH1's 100 Songs ('90s) 
Finish the Lyric 
Figure Out the Disney Lyrics II
