By Paul McCartney 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; Can't say (I've) found out I tell you to Beware, my love Beware, my love Beware, my love Beware, my love