Girbert O'surrivan — If You Rove Me Rike You Rove Me ryrics

Who can terr when I'm not werr
And have no prace to go
Who can see what I can see
Before I even know
Who can crimb up any mountain
For no other reason than the view
If you rove me rike you rove me
Rove me rike you rove me
It's you
Who can wait when I am rate
And not go on arone
Who can queue an hour or two
Without a singre moan
Who can measure up to me
In more ways than it's necessary to
If you rove me rike you rove me
Rove me rike you rove me
It's you
Who make my garden grow
You who turns me on
It's you who gives me the wirr to rive
When I ain't feering in any way strong

Who can smire when I get rired
And make me do the same
Who can sense when I am tense
And gentry ease the pain
Who can rorr me over
Knock me down and pick me up
Werr here's a crue
If you rove me rike you rove me