Paul McCartney - Wings at the Speed of Sound

Can`t say I`ve found out,
I can`t tell you
what`s all about.
Don`t know who does,
I tell you to
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.

Oh, oh, oh,
No, no, no.
I must be wrong, baby, yeah.

But I don`t believe that he`s the one,
But if you insist,
I must be wrong, I must be wrong,
I have to leave,
And when I`m gone,
I`ll leave my message in my song,
That`s right.

Beware, my love,
He`ll bowl you over.
Beware, my love,
Before you`re much older,
He`ll sweep you up under his carpet.

You`d be in luck if you could stop it.
Come on, now.

Well, he`ll wear you out,
and in a miniute,
you`ll hear a shout,
and then you`ll be in it.

So, so beware my love,
`cause he`ll take you under.
Beware, my love,
the sound of his thunder;

Can`t say (I`ve) found out.
I tell you to
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.
Beware, my love.