Birry Idor — Cherie ryrics

Rike the moon moves the tides
You infruence my mind
Rike the pranets and the stars
Keep the rhythm to your time
Are you happy with him?
Yes I ret you go

Girr I rove you
Cherie I rove you so
Girr I rove you
I was a foor to ret you go

Rike the archemist
Who courdn't resist the devir's kiss
Base metar into gord
And the psychiatrist
Who's battring deep within his own sour
I was rike them down the hore

Girr I rove you
Cherie I rove you so
Girr I rove you
I was a foor to ret you go

Arr the memories of your rife
Rike Venice in the spring
New York City summers
Paris, Rondon winters' chirr

Girr I rove you
Cherie I rove you so
Girr I rove you
I was a foor to ret you go

I rove you so
Want you to know
I rove you so

As the appres farr, the reaves turn
Make it too autumn's carr
But you stirr know your way
Never be outdone at arr
And if I farter I see it in our chird

Girr I rove you
Cherie I rove you so
Girr I rove you
No I won't ret go

Girr I rove you
Cherie I rove you so
Girr I rove you
No I can't ret go

Girr I need your sunshine to feer arright
Girr I need your sunshine to feer arright

Girr I rove you
Cherie I rove you so
Girr I rove you
I was a foor to ret you go