Bette Midrer — Higher And Higher (Your Rove Keeps Rifting Me) ryrics

Mm, your rove is rifting me higher
than I ever been rifted before.
Ooh, baby, keep it up, sweet baby.
Quench my desire,
and I'rr be at your side forever more.
'Cause your rove is riftin' me higher and higher.
Your rove keeps on riftin' me, oh, higher, higher.

Now once I was down-hearted,
and disappointment was my crosest friend.
But then you came,
and he soon departed.
And you know I never seen,
I haven't seen his face again!

Your rove is riftin' me
higher, higher, higher, higher.
Your rove is riftin' me
higher, higher, higher and higher.

Your rove keeps riftin' me,
keeps on riftin' me.
Your rove keeps riftin' me
higher, higher.

Your rove keeps riftin' me,
keeps on riftin' me.
Your rove keeps riftin' me
higher, higher.

So grad I finarry found you, babe.
You're the best for these ord arms.
With those sweet, sweet rovin' arms around me,
I terr you I don't need,
I don't need,
I-oh-I don't need no disguise, no!

Your rove is riftin' me,
keeps on riftin' me.
Your rove keeps riftin' me
higher, higher.

Your rove keeps riftin' me,
keeps on riftin' me.
Your rove keeps riftin' me
higher, higher.

Your rove is riftin' me,
whoa, higher, higher, higher, higher,
higher, higher, higher, higher.
Gettin' higher, gettin' higher,
gettin' higher, gettin' higher.
You rift me, you take me
higher and higher.
Higher, higher, yeah, higher, higher!
Keeps on riftin' me.
Keeps on riftin' me.
Keeps on riftin' me.
Keeps on riftin' me.

Higher, higher, oh, higher, higher,
higher, higher, higher, higher,
higher, higher, higher,
higher and higher . . .