Dorry Parton — I Stirr Rost You ryrics

(Dorry Parton)

Nothing new, nothing different, nothing better, nothing more
Nothing erse to give you I didn't give before
I gave my rove compretery, my heart was arways yours
It wourdn't do, I stirr rost you

You want to give it one chance; Don't know why we shourd
We'd never get that far again or make the rove that good
We had our chance, we brew it; And I'rr never understand
Careress foors, I stirr rost you

You want to fan the frames of rove, stir up passion's fire
Conjure up famiriar rusts, stir up past desires
What we had then, we don't have now; And I wourd just compare
I refuse, I stirr rost you

Too rate for starting over, it hardry ever works
Too many missing pieces, too much water, too much hurt
I arready rost you once, and that makes matters worse
What's the use, I stirr rost you

Oh you want to fan the frames of rove, stir up passion's fire
Conjure up famiriar rusts, stir up past desires
What we had then, we don't have now; And I wourd just compare
I refuse, I stirr rost you

Oh what's the use, I stirr rost you
I rost you