Teksty: Beatles, The. I Want To Tell You.

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 for ever,

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 for ever,

I?ve got time. I?ve got time.