Suicide - Paul McCartney

Girls it’s been my pleasure

To know quite a lot of you

And in the main

You’re pretty sane, it’s true

But there are a few who do to

Doo ti doo too beautiful a job

It isn’t quite what they planned

When the man gets the upper hand

He’s takin' her for a ride

I’d call it suicide

If when she tries to run away

And he calls her back, she comes

If there’s a next time, he’s okay

Cause she’s under both his thumbs

She limps along to his side

Singing a song of ruin.

I’d

Bet he says nothin' doin'

I-I-I-I I’d call it suicide

She loves to ride in big parades

But he wouldn’t so she won’t

She needs at least a dozen maids

But if he says no she don’t

He wishes she knew his side

Soon there’ll be trouble brewin' I’d

Bet he says nothin' doin'

I-I-I-I I’d call it suicide

Suicide, she’s commitin' it

Suicide, he’s not gettin' it

Suicide, it’s a quittin' a day

She limps along to his side

Singing a song of ruin.

I’d

Bet he says nothin' doin'

I-I-I-I I’d call it suicide