The Beatles

The Beatles
Everybody's Trying To Be My Baby

Well they took some honey from the tree,
Dressed it up and they called it me.
Everybody`s trying to be my baby,
Everybody`s trying to be my baby,
Everybody`s trying to be my baby now.
Woke up last night, half past four,
Wicked woman knocking at my door.
Went out last night, I didn`t stay late,
Called her home, had a nice teen date.

walter

Submitted by walter at Tue 11 Mar, 2008 11:09 pm

Author: Carl Perkins
Composer: Carl Perkins
Publisher: Pickwick International, Inc.

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