You got me, Mr. Beatle,
With your mild secrets.
With your happy hands
Making everything so delicate.
Making everything dark enough
You got me, Mr. Beatle,
With your willingness to agree.
With your polite eyes
That will never forget to say please.
That will never maroon me
And we are in this maroon love
Maroon love with perverted periods
Intricate drums never marooning love
But this love tries to maroon us.
I got you, Mr. Beatle,
With my yellow piece of grass...
With my dotted pickup line
Making you stretch between the bars.
Making the strings quiver like stars
I got you, Mr. Beatle,
Without painting the road.
Without ever being told
That you were the sun that knights the trees.
That maroon love will break my knees.
And we are in this maroon love
Maroon love with perverted periods
Intricate drums never marooning love
But this love tries to maroon us.
And we are
We are
We are
We are
In this maroon love
That we cant maroon.
And we are in this maroon love
Maroon love with perverted periods
Intricate drums never marooning love
But this love,
This love it tries to maroon us. |