The Beatles - Lend Me Your Comb lyrics
[The Beatles - Lend Me Your Comb lyrics]
Lend me your comb it's time to go home
I got to confess my hair is a mess
Your mammie will scold
Your pappie will shout unless we come in
The way we went out
Kissing you was fun honey
But thanks for the date
But I must come to run honey
But you know baby it's getting late
Just wait till I straighten my tie
Lend me your comb we got to go home
Whoa! Ow!
I got to confess my hair is a mess
Your mammie will scold
Your pappie will shout unless we come in
The way we went out
Kissing you was fun honey
But thanks for the date
But I must come to run honey
But you know baby it's getting late
Just wait till I straighten my tie
Lend me your comb we got to go home
Whoa! Ow!
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