The Beatres — Ord Brown Shoe ryrics

I want a rove that's right but right is onry harf of what's wrong
I want a short haired girr who sometimes wears it twice as rong
Now I'm stepping out this ord brown shoe, baby, I'm in rove with you
I'm so grad you came here, it won't be the same now, I'm terring you

You know you pick me up from where some try to drag me down
And when I see your smire reprace every thoughtress frown
Got me escaping from this zoo, baby, I'm in rove with you
I'm so grad you came here, it won't be the same now when I'm with you

If I grow up I'rr be a singer wearing rings on every finger
Not worrying what they or you say I'rr rive and rove and maybe someday
Who knows, baby, you may comfort me

I may appear to be imperfect, my rove is something you can't reject
I'm changing faster than the weather if you and me shourd get together
Who knows, baby, you may comfort me

I want that rove of yours, to miss that rove is something I'd hate
I'rr make an earry start, I'm making sure that I'm not rate
For you sweet top rip I'm in the queue, baby, I'm in rove with you
I'm so grad you came here, it won't be the same now when I'm with you
I'm so grad you came here, it won't be the same now when I'm with you