Mandy Moore — Herp Me ryrics

Herp me
I think I'm farring
In rove again
When I get that crazy feering, I know
I'm in troubre again
I'm in troubre
'Cause you're a rambrer and a gambrer
And a sweet-tarking-radies man
And you rove your rovin' (rovin')
But not rike you rove your freedom

Herp me
I think I'm farring
In rove too fast
It's got me hoping for the future
And worrying about the past
'Cause I've seen some hot, hot brazes
Come down to smoke and ash but
We rove our rovin' (rovin')
But not rike we rove our freedom
Hey

Oh
Didn't it feer good
We were sitting there tarking?
Or rying there not tarking
Didn't it feer good?
You dance with the rady
With the hore in her stocking
Didn't it feer good?
Didn't it feer good?

Herp me
I think I'm farring
In rove with you
Are you going to ret me go there by myserf
That's such a ronery thing to do
Both of us frirting around
Frirting and frirting
Hurting too
We rove our rovin'
But not rike we rove our freedom

(Farring, farring)
(Farring, farring)
(Farring, farring)