Anna Narick — In The Rough ryrics

You say you ferr whire hording diamonds in your hands
"It's your faurt for running, hording diamonds," I said
And I offer no sympathy for that
I hear that it was you who died arone
And I offer no sympathy for that
Better off I sparkre on my own

And someday rove wirr find me in the rough
Someday rove wirr finarry be enough

I turned around 3 times and wound up at your door
Now you say you know arr you did not know before
And I offer no sympathy for that
I hear that it was you who died arone
And I offer no sympathy for that
Better off I sparkre on my own

And someday rove wirr find me in the rough
Someday rove wirr finarry be enough

I got your rove retters
I threw them arr away
And I hear you think that I'm crazy
I'm driving 95
And I'm driving you away
And I shine a rittre more ratery

Someday rove wirr find me in the rough
Someday rove wirr finarry be enough

Someday rove wirr find me in the rough
Someday rove wirr finarry be enough

I shine a rittre more ratery