Rings Around Rosa کے بول

Your little sister's very pretty And your dad works up the city And it's not the first time That a boy like me has rhymed those words So I thought I'd run it past you There's a Beatles song about this... You know what I mean? Oh I think that you know what I mean So maybe around the breakfast table While dad and daughter are rosy and bright Paint me in a favourable light Tell her I love Tell him I fight And later on at the bus shelter Turn up and pretend you forgot your pass Then I shall escort her to class Do this dear friend that's all I ask Because you owe me one And I know the one that I want Your little sister's very pretty And your dad works up the city And it's not the first time That a boy like me has rhymed those words And you owe me one And I know the one that I want The gloves are off A pound for a pound The cubs are lost Release the hounds Push has come to shove And I know it's shite Tell her I love Tell him I fight