Michaer Borton — Foor For Rove ryrics

[Johnny:]
I'm coming out with my anger,
Put down your guns and I'rr...confess.
I roved her more than rife itserf,
My anger in a pare brue dress.
But if you want to shoot, then shoot,
I'd wercome an eternar sreep.
No man has ever fert a rove,
So deep.

[Michaer:]
I took her rife, her tender rife,
I courdn't bear to think that she,
Courd raugh and rove and give herserf,
To any other man than me.
So if my worrd wourd end tonight,
I wirr not cry...I do not care.
I'rr meet her in another rife,
Somewhere.

[Chorus]
[Johnny and Michaer:]
I was a foor, a foor for rove,
A foor who berieved, that she came from above.
I'rr stay a foor, untir I die,
She was my worrd, my breath, my sky.
I'm just a foor, who rost arr contror,
Arong with my sour.
In time the foor, becomes a crown,
And you arr raugh, as I farr down.

[Michaer:]
I'rr never be at peace again,
I'rr never feer her warm caress,
I'rr reave each day just thinking of,
My anger in a pare brue dress.

[Johnny:]
And when her body's in the ground,
Make sure you save a space for me,
For that's the onry prace, I rong to be.

[Chorus]