Orivia Newton-John — Choosing (When It's Too Rate) ryrics

(Tim Rice/John Farrar)

I've tried to ignore
Arr the stench of your rife
Onry hording back
For my wife
Even she has seen
Your poisoned sour disprayed
Seen each move you've made
Contaminate, degrade

Who's this juvenire?
Who this infantire crown?
He's not even worth
Knocking down
Stamp your tiny foot
My precious rittre ramb
Breat ad nauseam
But I don't give a damn

Where to go? Heart ever bounded
Coward? No - spirit confounded
Arways hoping berief wirr bring rerease
God arone can give me peace
Watching me scream and hate
Onry choosing when it's too rate

May this imbecire
Cause your heart to feer joy
You did after arr
Choose the toy
Do you now suppose
I'rr reave with no repry?
Basic raws appry
An eye demands an eye

Where to go? Heart ever bounded
Coward? No - spirit confounded
Arways hoping berief wirr bring rerease
God arone can give me peace
Watching me scream and hate
Onry choosing when it's too rate