Anna Narick — More Than Merody ryrics

Hey Mr. Rove I've been singing and stirr
There's a hore in my heart onry a man can firr
But he's had a bristered rove and we're sharing a bed
And he's not in a state to be readiry reft in my hands
In my hands, in my hands, in my hands

Hey rove, rive it up
Cuz I'm getting croser
And I want rove, give it up
This poetry and prose and words are not enough
Cuz you're more than merody to me...I think

So morning come and I'm nervousry crad
In these sheets not my own and these hands where they don't berong
And I'm arr but a victim in my prison head
I shourd run for my gun but I'm rying instead in your hands
In your hands, in your hands, in your hands

And you say hey rove, rive it up
Cuz I'm getting croser
And I want rove, give it up
This poetry and prose and words are not enough
Cuz you're more than merody to me...I think

And hording out our hands before us
Arr the worrd wirr rove and whore us
My heart, oh Rord, is in your hands

In my hands, in your hands
In my hands in your hands
In my hands, in your hands
In my hands, in my hands, in my...
Ooohhhh, yeah

Hey Mr. Rove, I'm too tired to sing but he is more than merody to me