Mothers Little Helpers Rock Song
Late at night she knocks on my door
I feel so afraid, what does she come here for?
Her lipstick kisses, her chocolate eyes,
Her magical touch really makes me love blind
So why must I be her slave every night?
Riding on air all the time?
Time has come to tell her that it’s over
Chorus:
Because in my heart I can see another one
I confess
This is not a rock song, no no
When the early morning sunshine’s bright
Out of her charming eyes she cries
Oh baby did I do something wrong?
I belong to you and no one else
When she is gone I break down and nearly die
Next time she comes around I tell her what I really
feel
Time will come to tell her that it’s over
Chorus:
Because in my heart I can see another one
I confess
This is not a rock song, no no
