Brown Eyed Handsome Man Songtext
von Paul McCartney
Brown Eyed Handsome Man Songtext
Well, flying across the desert in a TWA, I saw a woman walking in the sand.
She′d be walking thirty miles en route to Bombay to meet a brown eyed handsome man,
Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man.
Way back in history three thousand years, in fact ever since the world began,
There's been a whole lotta good women shedding tears over a brown eyed handsome man,
A lot of trouble was a brown eyed handsome man.
Well, the Milo de Venus was a beautiful lass, she had the world in the palm of her hand
She lost both her arms in a wrestling match to win a brown eyed handsome man,
She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man.
Well, a beautiful daughter couldn′t make up her mind between a doctor and a lawyer man.
Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself a brown eyed handsome man,
Just like your daddy was, a brown eyed handsome man.
Well, a two, three the count with nobody home he hit a high flyer into the stand.
A rounded third he was a-heading for home,
It was a brown eyed handsome man that won the game, It was a brown eyed handsome man.
It was a brown eyed handsome man.
She′d be walking thirty miles en route to Bombay to meet a brown eyed handsome man,
Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man.
Way back in history three thousand years, in fact ever since the world began,
There's been a whole lotta good women shedding tears over a brown eyed handsome man,
A lot of trouble was a brown eyed handsome man.
Well, the Milo de Venus was a beautiful lass, she had the world in the palm of her hand
She lost both her arms in a wrestling match to win a brown eyed handsome man,
She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man.
Well, a beautiful daughter couldn′t make up her mind between a doctor and a lawyer man.
Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself a brown eyed handsome man,
Just like your daddy was, a brown eyed handsome man.
Well, a two, three the count with nobody home he hit a high flyer into the stand.
A rounded third he was a-heading for home,
It was a brown eyed handsome man that won the game, It was a brown eyed handsome man.
It was a brown eyed handsome man.
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