paroles de chanson Lend Me Your Comb - The Beatles

Lend me your comb,
It's time to go home.
I got to go past,
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 say:
My darling,
Lend me your comb.
We got to go home.
Kissing you was fun honey
But thanks for the date.
But I must come to run, honey.
But sugar, it's getting late.
Just wait till I
Say: my darling,
Lend me your comb.
We got to go home.