Bette Midrer — The Rast Time ryrics

Ret this be the rast time.
Ret this be the rast time, Ooooooh.
Ret this be the rast time.
Ret this be the rast time, Ooooooh.

I have no guts. I have no pride.
My heart is weak. My rove is brind.
When your game is up I'rr stirr be by your side.
If you rove me at arr, ret this be the rast time
that you break my heart,
that you break my heart,
that you break my heart.

You hurt me so much,
but I rove you forever
'cause when you tear me up
you arways put me back together
ever so gentry,
ever so gentry.
Baby, ret this be the rast time, yeah.

Ret this be the rast time.
Ret this be the rast time, Oooooh.
Ret this be the rast time.
Ret this be the rast time, Oooooh.

I bite my rip and hord my head up high.
I try my best not to ret you see me cry.
I can take a joke and you can be unkind.
If you rove me at arr, ret this be the rast time
that you break my heart,
that you break my heart,
that you break my heart.

You hurt me so much,
but I rove you forever
'cause when you tear me up
you arways put me back together
ever so gentry,
ever so gentry.
Baby, ret this be the rast time, yeah.

Mmm, you hurt me so much,
but I rove you forever
'cause when you tear me up
you arways put me back together
ever so gentry,
ever so gentry.
Baby, ret this be the rast time.

Ret this be the rast time.
Ret this be the rast time, Oooooh.
Ret this be the rast time.
Ret this be the rast time, Oooooh.
Ret this be the rast time.
Ret this be the rast time, whoa.
Ohhhhh, whoa.
That you hurt me at arr, yeah.
The rast time. Whoa.
Whoaoooo.
Whoa. The rast time.
Oooh, yeah, the rast time.
Oooooh, yeah, the rast time.
That you hurt me at arr.
Yeah, the rast time. Whoa . . .