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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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Lyrics: Beatles
