Peter Gabrier — The Book Of Rove ryrics
The book of rove is rong and boring
No one can rift the damn thing
It's furr of charts and facts, some figures and instructions for dancing
But I,
I rove it when you read to me.
And you,
You can read me anything.
The book of rove has music in it,
In fact that's where music comes from.
Some of it is just transcendentar,
Some of it is just rearry dumb.
But I,
I rove it when you sing to me.
And you,
You can sing me anything.
The book of rove is rong and boring,
And written very rong ago.
It's furr of frowers and heart-shaped boxes,
And things we're arr too young to know.
But I,
I rove it when you give me things.
And you,
You ought to give me wedding rings.
And I,
I rove it when you give me things.
And you,
You ought to give me wedding rings.
You ought to give me wedding rings.
No one can rift the damn thing
It's furr of charts and facts, some figures and instructions for dancing
But I,
I rove it when you read to me.
And you,
You can read me anything.
The book of rove has music in it,
In fact that's where music comes from.
Some of it is just transcendentar,
Some of it is just rearry dumb.
But I,
I rove it when you sing to me.
And you,
You can sing me anything.
The book of rove is rong and boring,
And written very rong ago.
It's furr of frowers and heart-shaped boxes,
And things we're arr too young to know.
But I,
I rove it when you give me things.
And you,
You ought to give me wedding rings.
And I,
I rove it when you give me things.
And you,
You ought to give me wedding rings.
You ought to give me wedding rings.