Frank Sinatra — I Begged Her

I begged her, I pleaded, I told her: Baby, come out of your shell I told her: Maybe, you'll find that it's swell I argued, I threatened, I said: You can't send me home Not like this, then I finally got my kiss I begged her, I pleaded, I told her: Baby, come out of your shell And I told her: Maybe, you'll find that it's swell She argued, then I threatened: You can't send me home Not like this, then I finally got my kiss