(Music: Carl Wilson, lyrics: Myrna Smith-Schilling)
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(Have it your way)
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We toy with love but we play the futile game
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One heart giving all and the other feeling pain
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I put myself into you hands-oo
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From this moment on I make no demands
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And if one could talk to love, I'd say
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Have it your way love, have it your way
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What us the sense in giving all you feel
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If with it all you can't make love know it's real
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Will love forever run from me-oo
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If it's to be, then it's to be
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But if I could talk to love, I'd say
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Have it your way love, have it your way
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Your way-
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I put myself into your hands
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So have it your way love, have it your way
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Oh-love-have it your way
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It will happen-some what may
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Love have it your way
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There's no other way to play
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Love have it your way
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If I Could Talk To Love
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| Carl Wilson |
