Besedila: Turtles. Elenore.

You got a thing about you
I just can't live without you
I really want you, Elenore
Near me

Your looks intoxicate me
Even though your folks hate me
There's no one like you, Elenore
Really

Elenore, gee I think you're swell
And you really do me well
You're my pride and joy, et cetera
Elenore, can I take the time
To ask you to speak your mind
Tell me that you love me better

I really think you're groovy
Let's go out to a movie
What do you say, now, Elenore
Can we?

They'll turn the lights way down low
Maybe we won't watch the show
I think I love you, Elenore
Love me

Elenore, gee I think you're swell
And you really do me well
You're my pride and joy, et cetera
Elenore, can I take the time
To ask you to speak your mind
Tell me that you love me better

Elenore, gee I think you're swell, ah, ah
Elenore, gee I think you're swell, ah, ah
Ah