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Now, let me take you to the movies, Magg, so I can hold your hand.
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Oh, it ain't that I don't like your house, it's just that doggone man
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and that double barrel behind the door that waits for me, I know.
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Oh, climb upon old Becky's back and let's ride to the picture show.
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I only see her once a week and it's when my work is through.
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I break new ground the whole week long but my mind's set straight on you.
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And I polished up my old horse Beck, and she looks good, I know.
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So climb upon old Becky's back and let's ride to the picture show.
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Now won't you let me take you to the show so I can hold your hand.
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Oh, it ain't that I don't like your house, it's just that doggone man
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and that double barrel behind the door that waits for me, I know.
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So climb upon old Becky's back and let's ride to the picture show.
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Well, I break new ground all week long with my mind's set straight on you.
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And every time I try to smile, my heart it breaks in two.
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I slick myself for Saturday night cause there's one thing I know,
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I'm gonna take my Maggie dear to the western picture show.
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Now won't you let me take you to the show so I can hold your hand.
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And it ain't that I don't like your house, it's just that doggone man
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and that double barrel behind the door that waits for me, I know.
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Oh, climb upon old Becky's back and let's ride to the picture show.
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Movie Magg
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Paul McCartney |