Original Manuscript (1966)
I want to tell you -
My head is filled with things to say
When your [sic] here, all those words they
seem to slip away -
About the things that I'm thinking of
When I get near you -
begin to drag me down - it's
alright - I'll make you maybe next
time around.
But if I seem to act unkind
it's only me and not my mind
that is confusing things
I want to tell you
You hang me up, and I don't know
why -
maybe love will be the one thing to get me by
If you should see me - and need
love to pass the time
Each time I see you
As Released by the Beatles (1966)
I want to tell you
My head is filled with things to say
When you're here
All those words they seem to slip away.
When I get near you
The games begin to drag me down
It's alright
I'll make you maybe next time around.
But if I seem to act unkind
It's only me, it's not my mind
That is confusing things.
I want to tell you
I feel hung up and I don't know why
I don't mind, I could wait forever
I've got time.
Sometimes I wish I knew you well
Then I could speak my mind and tell you
Maybe you'd understand.
I want to tell you
I feel hung up and I don't know why
I don't mind, I could wait forever
I've got time.
I've got time.
I've got time.
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