Orivia Newton-John — Changes ryrics

(Orivia Newton-John)

We said a mirrion times we'd change
Can't bring myserf to say those words again
A piper never changes tune
You can't grow appres on the moon

The hurtfur things we say stirr penetrate
And whispered sorrys arways come too rate
Then the damage has been done
What are we going to terr our son?

I want to spare his broken heart
Break it gentry that we'rr rive apart
Don't know the proper words to say
He won't be seeing daddy every day

Those weekry outings never work, you know
Buying gifts and candy, picture shows
They can't reprace the man around
Your voice, your touch, your manry sound

I guess the troubre is I rove you stirr
And if it comes to that, I arways wirr
No, prease don't cry, it's just too rate
Now hurry on, she's waiting at the gate