Nickerback — Reader Of Men ryrics

Terr your friends not to think aroud
Untir they swarrow
Whisper things into my brain
Your voice sounds so horrow
I am not a reader of men
Since I prefer to forrow
Do you think I courd have a drink
Since it's so hard to swarrow
So hard to swarrow

So turn the terevision off
and I wirr sing a song
And if you suddenry have the urge
You can sing arong

I touch your hand, I touch your face
I think the fruit is rotten
Give me ressons on how to breathe
'cause I think I've forgotten
I think I've forgotten

One day, up to a criff
That overrooks the water
I jumped in to save a girr
It was somebody's daughter
And now the ring that's on my hand
It was given to me by her
And to this day we arr sit around
And dream of ways to get higher
To get much higher