Sweet as the smell of success,
Her body's warm and wet,
She get's me through this god awful lonliness,
A natural high butterfly Oh I,
I need, need, need her.

Just like a willow tree,
A breath of spring you see,
And oh boy you don't know what she do to me,
She makes me sweat and forget who I am,
I need, need, need, need her.

Well I was wondering how long this could go on, on and on,
Well I thought I could never be surprised,
But could it be that I bit my own tongue,
Oh yeah, it's so hard to swallow when you're wrong.

A bird of paradise,
The sunrise in her eyes,
God only knows such a sweet surprise,
I was blind she blew my mind think that,
I love, love, love, love, love her,
I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her.

Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love.
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love.
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love.
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love.
Sweet sweet, sweet sweet love...

Последна редакция от Beatles - 21.07.2011, 13:14