Postcards from Paradise

I searched here, there and everywhere
Until I saw you standing there
I am the greatest fan of you
And love is all I’ve got to do
It’s all too much my little child
If you will be my honey pie
Eight days a week you will be mine
And getting better all the time
I’m begging you don’t pass me by
And if you do please tell me why
I know you told me yesterday
You’ve got to hide your love away
But if your honey is bad to me
It told me “love and let it be”

Postcards from Paradise
With all my love and I’ll be true
Postcards from Paradise
As ever P.S. I love you
Postcards from Paradise

I would not treat you for no one
I see your face here comes the sun
And I am going nowhere man
Because I want to hold your hand
It’s like I said the night before
I’ll love you when I’m sixty four

I know that we can work it out
There ain’t no need of twist and shout
And I won’t back off boogaloo
Unless you say you love me do

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