Beatles - Lend Me Your Comb

BEATLES


Lend Me Your Comb Lyrics

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.

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Songwriter(s): Benjamin Weisman, Kay Twomey
Copyright: Chappell & Co. Inc., Blen Music Publishing Co.
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