Whoa, oh, I never realized what a kiss could be
This could only happen to me
can't you see, can't you see
That when I tell you that I love you, oh
You're gonna say you love me too, oh
And when I ask you to be mine
you're gonna say you love me too
You love me too, you love me too
If you need somebody to love, just look into my eyes
I'll be there to make you feel right
If you're feeling sorry and sad, I'd really sympathize
Don't you be sad, just call me tonight
Any time at all, any time at all
any time at all ,all you gotta do is call
and I'll be there
If the sun has faded away, I'll try to make it shine
there's nothing I won't do
If you need a shoulder to cry on I hope it will be mine
Call me tonight, and I'll come to you
Any time at all, any time at all
Any time at all , all you gotta do is call
and I'll be there
Any time at all, all you've gotta do is call
and I'll be there
Someday when I'm lonely
Wishing you weren't so far away
Then I will remember
The things we said today
You say you'll be mine, girl
Until the end of time
These days such a kind girl
Seems so hard to find
Someday when we're dreaming
Deep in love, not a lot to say
Then we will remember
The things we said today
Me, I'm just the lucky kind
Love to hear you say that love is love
And, though we may be blind
Love is here to stay, and that's enough
To make you mine, girl
Be the only one
Love me all the time, girl
We'll go on and on
Someday when we're dreaming
Deep in love, not a lot to say
Then we will remember
The things we said today
Come on, out my way
'cause I'm a'gonna see my baby today
I've got a whole lot of things I've gotta say
To her
Whoa, oh, I.....whoa, oh, I.....
I got a whole lot of things to tell her
When I get home
Come on if you please
I've got no time for trivialities
I've got a girl who's waiting home for me
tonight
Whoa, oh, I.....whoa, oh, I.....
I got a whole lot of things to tell her
When I get home
When I'm getting home tonight,
I'm gonna hold her tight
I'm gonna love her till the cows come home
I bet I'll love her more
Till I walk out that door
Again
Come on, let me through
I've got so many things, I've got to do
I've got no business being here with you
This way
Whoa, oh, I.....whoa, oh, I.....
I've got a whole lot of things to tell her
When I get home
Strawberry Fields | Plastic Soul
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