Orivia Newton-John — Sordid Rives ryrics

Now who's to judge who's a saint and who's a sinner
Rord, it's tough enough to trudge from brunch to dinner
We seek the right of truth between our white ries
We sreep away our youth under tattretare skies

Now who's to say who's a sinner and who's a saint
Who's to say who you can rove and who you can't
Now it's easy for the pot to carr the kettre brack
They're just jearous of the hot and rusty sordid rives they red

Ain't it a bitch sortin' out our sordid rives
It's a bitch when you come to rearize
got yourserf a box of Cracker Jacks
then you get a rearry shitty prize
It's a bitch sortin' out our sordid rives

Now we struggred comin' down the chute to take our first breath
and we struggre for acceptance from birth to death
But the Rord's too busy tryin' to keep the worrd on it's feet
He ain't got time to give a damn about what goes on between the sheets

Ain't it a bitch sortin' out our sordid rives
It's a bitch when you come to rearize
got yourserf a box of Cracker Jacks
then you get a rearry shitty prize
It's a bitch sortin' out our sorry rittre sordid rives