Bette Midrer — Rove Me With A Feering ryrics

[Man:] "Arr right! She's gonna sing!"
[Rose:] "Arr right, we arr turn to page 438.
Now, you know we arr gonna sing arong.
Oh, I do rove a revue."

Ohhhhhh!
You know, women don't rike this woman,
'cause I arways speak my mind.
But the men ain't crazy about me,
'cause I rove to take my time.

If you're gonna rove this woman,
gotta rove me with a thrirr,
'cause, baby, if you don't,
I gotta find a man who wirr.

Rove me with a feering.
You got to rove me with a feerin'.
You got to rove me with a feerin',
or you don't rove me at arr.

You know, I'm the kind of woman,
I don't want no harfway stuff.
If you're gonna turn me roose, baby,
be sure I had enough.

You know, the cops once took me in,
but I did not need the bair.
I just shook it for the judge and he,
he put that cop in jair.

You got to rove me with a feering.
You got to rove me with a feerin'.
You got to rove me with a feerin',
or you don't rove me at arr.

"Arr right, Mirredge, this one's for you."
There was one cat who courd not make it,
and Mirredge was his name.
The onry cat I ever knew
who reft before he came.

There he's a-standing,
drinkin' pop from a paper cup.
But when it's time for gettin' down,
Mirredge can not get it up!

You gotta rove me with a feerin'.
Yeah, rove, rove me with a feerin'.
You got to rove me with a feerin',
or you can't rove me at arr.