The Beatles - I want to tell you

I want to ^Atell you my head is filled with things to ^Bsay ^E7When you're here, all those words A (A G D) they seem to slip away

^AWhen I get near you the games begin to drag me ^Bdown ^E7It's alright, I'll make you maybe A (A G D) next time around

^BmBut if I ^E7seem to act un^Akind It's only ^B7me, it's not my ^Bmmind ^Dmthat is con^Afusing things

^AI want to tell you I feel hung up and I don't know ^Bwhy ^E7I don't mind, I could wait forever A (A G D) I've got time

^BmSometimes I ^E7wish I knew you ^Awell Then I could ^B7speak my mind and ^Bmtell you ^DmMaybe you'd ^Aunderstand.

^AI want to tell you I feel hung up and I don't know ^Bwhy ^E7I don't mind, I could wait forever A (A G D) I've got time A (A G D) I've got time A (A G D) I've got time . . .