You got ta thing a bout you.

I just can’t live with out you.

I real ly want you, El e nore, near me.

Your looks in tox i cate me,

and e ven though your folks hate me.

There’s no one like you, El e nore, real ly.

(E)El

e nore, gee I think you’re (G#m)swell,

and you real ly do me well.

You’re my pride and joy et cet ’ra.

(F#m)El

e nore, can I take the time

to ask you to speak your mind?

Tell me that you love me bet ter.

I real ly think you’re groov y.

Let’s go out to a mov ie.

What do you say now, El e nore, can we?

They’ll turn the lights way down low,

and may be we won’t watch the show.

I think I love you, El e nore.

Love me.

(E)El

e nore, gee I think you’re (G#m)swell, and you real ly do me well.

You’re my pride and joy et cet ’ra.

(F#m)El e nore, can I take the time

to ask you to speak your mind?

Tell me that you love me bet ter.

(E)El e nore, gee I think you’re (G#m)swell,

ah ha.

(E)El e nore, gee I think you’re (G#m)swell,

ah ha.

(E)Ha.