| The Beatles |     |
| Dizzy miss lizzy |    |
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You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzie,
the way you rock'n'roll.
You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzie,
when we do the stroll.
Come on, Miss Lizzie,
love me fore I grow too old.
Come on, give me fever,
put your little hand in mine.
You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzie,
girl, you look so fine.
You're just a-rockin' and a-rollin',
I sure do wish you were mine.
You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzie,
when you call my name.
O-o-o-o-oh baby,
say you're driving me insane.
Come on, come on, come on, baby,
I want to be your lover man.
Run and tell your mama
I want you to be my bride.
Run and tell your brother,
baby, don't run and hide.
You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzie,
and I want to marry you.
Come on, give me fever,
put your little hand in mine.
You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzie,
girl, you look so fine.
You're just a-rockin' and.a-rollin',
I sure do wish you were mine.
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