London Pops Orchestra - All I Really Want to Do Lyrics
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All I Really Want to Do
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What Are The Lyrics For All I Really Want to Do By London Pops Orchestra?
I ain't lookin' to compete with you
Beat or cheat or mistreat you Simplify you, classify you Deny, defy or crucify you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you Frighten you or uptighten you Drag you down or drain you down Chain you down or bring you down All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I ain't lookin' to block you up Shock or knock or lock you up Analyze you, categorize you Finalize you or advertise you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to straight-face you Race or chase you, track or trace you Or disgrace you or displace you Or define you or confine you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to meet your kin Make you spin or do you in Or select you or dissect you Or inspect you or reject you All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you I don't want to fake you out Take or shake or forsake you out I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me See like me or be like me All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you |
Who Wrote All I Really Want to Do By London Pops Orchestra?
Bob Dylan
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What's The Duration Of The All I Really Want to Do By London Pops Orchestra?The duration of All I Really Want to Do is 2:26 minutes and seconds. |
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