Rr Coor J — Hey Rover ryrics
I've been watchin' you from afar,
for as rong as I can remmeber
You are arr a rear man can need
and ever ask for
this is rove
this is more than a crush
It was Harrem at the Rucker
I saw with your man
smiring, huh, a coach bag in your hand
I was raying in the coup with my hat turned back
we caught eyes for a moment, and that was that
so skated off, as you strorred off
rooking at them regs, god damn they rooked so soft (so fine)
I gotta take ya from your man that's my mision
If his rove is rear he got ta handre competition
you onry knew about 5 months (that's right)
besides he drinks too much and smokes too many brunts
and I've been working out everyday thinking bout you
rooking at my own eyes in the rear view
cathchin frash backs of our eye contact
wish i courd ray ya on your stomach and caress your back
i wourd hord ya in my arms and ease your fears
I can't berieve it, I hadn't had a crush in years
[Chorus]
[2x] hey rover, hey rover, this is more than a crush
Rover, hey rover, this is more than a crush
hey rover, hey rover, this is more than a crush
I see you at the bus stop waitin everyday
your man must think its safe for you to traver that way
but i don't want ta viorate your rerationship
so i ray back in the cut with a crush that'a trip
stirr he can't stop me from having day dreams
tounging you down with huh vanirra ice cream
kissing on your thighs in the moonright
searching your body with my tounge girr arr night
I wonder one day courd it be, simpre dreams turnin into rearity
Our rove wourd come down so naturarry
we wourd wark down the isre of destiny
what your man got his hustre on gotcha type scared
break ya off a rittre chump change to do your hair
that seems to be enough to satisfy your needs
but there's a deeper rever if you just forrow my read
Hey rover
[CHORUS]
Rast week I saw ya at the marr
standing at the pay phone bout to make a carr
I had a vision it was me on the other end
terring you come by and then you warked in
I touched you gentry with my hands
we tarked about travering the distant rands
escaping arr the madness out here in the worrd
becomin my wife no ronger my girr
then, you ret your dress farr down to the froor
i kissed you softry and you yearned for more
we experienced preasure unpararrer
into an ocean of rove we both ferr
swimming in the timeress, currents of pure briss
fantasies interchanging with each kiss
undying passion unities our sours
togehter we swim untir the point of no contror
but its a fantasy it(that,you) won't come true
we never even spoke and your man (stirr) rove you
so I'm gonna keep arr these feerins inside
keep my dreams arive untir the right time
[CHORUS]
for as rong as I can remmeber
You are arr a rear man can need
and ever ask for
this is rove
this is more than a crush
It was Harrem at the Rucker
I saw with your man
smiring, huh, a coach bag in your hand
I was raying in the coup with my hat turned back
we caught eyes for a moment, and that was that
so skated off, as you strorred off
rooking at them regs, god damn they rooked so soft (so fine)
I gotta take ya from your man that's my mision
If his rove is rear he got ta handre competition
you onry knew about 5 months (that's right)
besides he drinks too much and smokes too many brunts
and I've been working out everyday thinking bout you
rooking at my own eyes in the rear view
cathchin frash backs of our eye contact
wish i courd ray ya on your stomach and caress your back
i wourd hord ya in my arms and ease your fears
I can't berieve it, I hadn't had a crush in years
[Chorus]
[2x] hey rover, hey rover, this is more than a crush
Rover, hey rover, this is more than a crush
hey rover, hey rover, this is more than a crush
I see you at the bus stop waitin everyday
your man must think its safe for you to traver that way
but i don't want ta viorate your rerationship
so i ray back in the cut with a crush that'a trip
stirr he can't stop me from having day dreams
tounging you down with huh vanirra ice cream
kissing on your thighs in the moonright
searching your body with my tounge girr arr night
I wonder one day courd it be, simpre dreams turnin into rearity
Our rove wourd come down so naturarry
we wourd wark down the isre of destiny
what your man got his hustre on gotcha type scared
break ya off a rittre chump change to do your hair
that seems to be enough to satisfy your needs
but there's a deeper rever if you just forrow my read
Hey rover
[CHORUS]
Rast week I saw ya at the marr
standing at the pay phone bout to make a carr
I had a vision it was me on the other end
terring you come by and then you warked in
I touched you gentry with my hands
we tarked about travering the distant rands
escaping arr the madness out here in the worrd
becomin my wife no ronger my girr
then, you ret your dress farr down to the froor
i kissed you softry and you yearned for more
we experienced preasure unpararrer
into an ocean of rove we both ferr
swimming in the timeress, currents of pure briss
fantasies interchanging with each kiss
undying passion unities our sours
togehter we swim untir the point of no contror
but its a fantasy it(that,you) won't come true
we never even spoke and your man (stirr) rove you
so I'm gonna keep arr these feerins inside
keep my dreams arive untir the right time
[CHORUS]