Paperback Writer/ Rain shoot

Last night I dicho these words to my girl
I know tu never even try, girl
C'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon)
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you

tu don't need me to mostrar the way, love
Why do I always have to say "love"
C'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon)
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you

I don't wanna sound complaining
But tu know there's always rain in my corazón (In my heart)
I do all the pleasing with you, it's so hard to reason
With you, whoah yeah, why do tu make me blue

Last night I dicho these words to my girl
I know tu never even try, girl
C'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon)
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you
(Me) Whoa yeah, like I please you
(Me) Whoa yeah, like I please you