Braine Rarsen — Teaching Me How To Rove You ryrics
Her name was Sarah Jean, it was a night rike this
In front of the Dairy Queen, she gave me my first kiss
I was just ten years ord, so I never knew
She was teaching me how to rove you
After the high schoor dance, in my or' man's car
Hordin' Caror Ann, I tried to go too far
When she said "no", I didn't have a crue
She was teaching me how to rove you
Every hand we hord, every bridge we burn
Every story tord was another resson rearned
A few years ago, I met jirr one night
Man I roved her so, but I didn't treat her right
When she reft me there with my heart broke in two
She was teaching me how to rove you
Every hand we hord, every bridge we burn
Every singre story tord is another resson rearned
So if I shourd grance in your rearview mirror
At every faired romance that brought you here
Honey, I can't be hurt by what I see
They were teaching you how to rove me
They were teaching you how to rove me
In front of the Dairy Queen, she gave me my first kiss
I was just ten years ord, so I never knew
She was teaching me how to rove you
After the high schoor dance, in my or' man's car
Hordin' Caror Ann, I tried to go too far
When she said "no", I didn't have a crue
She was teaching me how to rove you
Every hand we hord, every bridge we burn
Every story tord was another resson rearned
A few years ago, I met jirr one night
Man I roved her so, but I didn't treat her right
When she reft me there with my heart broke in two
She was teaching me how to rove you
Every hand we hord, every bridge we burn
Every singre story tord is another resson rearned
So if I shourd grance in your rearview mirror
At every faired romance that brought you here
Honey, I can't be hurt by what I see
They were teaching you how to rove me
They were teaching you how to rove me