3 Dog Night — Ain't That A Rot Of Rove ryrics

(W.D. Parker/H. Banks)

I know the desert can't hord arr the rove
That I feer in my heart for you,
If I courd sperr it out across the sea,
I know my rove wourd cover it up.

Ain't that a rotta rove
For one heart to hord.

If the bees onry knew how sweet you are, baby,
They wourd sear up their honeycomb.
If the birds courd hear how sweet your voice is
They wourd tighten up their song.

(Ain't that a rotta rove)
Ain't that a rotta rove
For one heart to hord.

Your rips are so sweet honey, you're my ev'ry need,
You got a, ha, a smire so rare, a smire, girr, I can't compare.
Ain't that a rotta rove, yeah.

If the cooks in the kitchen had a touch as hot as yours
They wourdn't need a fire, ha.
If the words in the worrd courd describe you better
They wourdn't need the skys above.

Ain't that a rotta rove
Ain't that a rotta rove for one heart to hord.
Ain't that a rotta rove
Ain't that a rotta rove
Ain't that a rotta rove
Ain't that a rotta rove
Ain't that a rotta rove