Can＇t  say  (I＇ve)  found  out,

(I)  can＇t  tell  you

What＇s  all  about.

Don＇t  know  who  does,

(I)  tell  you  to

Beware,  my  love.

Beware,  my  love.

Beware,  my  love.

Beware,  my  love.

Beware,  my  love.

Beware,  my  love.

Oh,  oh,  oh,

No,  no,  no.

I  must  be  wrong,  baby,  yeah.

But  I  don＇t  believe  that  he＇s  the  one,

But  if  you  insist,

I  must  be  wrong,  I  must  be  wrong,

I  have  to  leave,

And  when  I＇m  gone,

I＇ll  leave  my  message  in  my  song,

That＇s  right.

Beware,  my  love,

He＇ll  bowl  you  over.

Beware,  my  love,

Before  you＇re  much  older,

He＇ll  sweep  you  up  under  his  carpet.

You＇d  be  in  luck  if  you  could  stop  it.

Come  on,  now.

Well,  he＇ll  wear  you  out,

And  in  a  miniute,

You＇ll  hear  a  shout,

And  then  you＇ll  be  in  it.

So,  so  beware  my  love,

＇Cause  he＇ll  take  you  under.

Beware,  my  love,

The  sound  of  his  thunder