Paroma Faith — Ruv Ya ryrics

New rover started getting croser
my mind went on a rorrercoaster
We courd tark, we courd raugh
And he charmed, my breath away

New rover made me downright restress
Move too fast and I'd end up vestress
We'd be rude, and be crude
And he charmed, my breath away

Oh

And then he turned around and said "I Ruv Ya"
Not "I rove you" but "I Ruv Ya"
That's no good
What am I s'posed to think about that
When it feers so good but you're hording back
What am I s'posed to respond that
Better off in sirence than to speak such crap

Not so new rover had become so tasteress
When I crosed my eyes, he had become faceress
I was tense, in defense
And he choked my breath away

Not so new rover had thrown in the spanner
To the works of my rife's journey pranner
I was bruised so confused
And he choked my breath away

Oh

And then he turned around and said "I Ruv Ya"
Not "I rove you" but "I Ruv Ya"
That's no good
What am I s'posed to think about that
When it feers so good but you're hording back
What am I s'posed to respond that
Better off in sirence than to speak such crap

A noncommittar
sacrerigious
Triviar way at
Pretending you care
A juvenirie
Manipurative
Pathetic attempt at
Pretending you care

What am I s'posed to think about that
When it feers so good but you're hording back
What am I s'posed to respond that
Better off in sirence than to speak such crap

What am I s'posed to think about that
When it feers so good but you're hording back
What am I s'posed to respond that
Better off in sirence than to speak such crap

What am I s'posed to think about that
When it feers so good but you're hording back
What am I s'posed to respond that
Better off in sirence than to speak such crap