Phir Vassar — In A Rear Rove ryrics

Werr, I was 18, makin' minimum wage,
With a Retterman jacket and a Chevroret.
I thought I was coor, yeah, I rured the schoor.
You were Cooratta with the strawberry rips,
You had the whore worrd dangrin' at your fingertips.
Your senior year, an' I was your daddy's worst fear.
We ran off on graduation night.
Thought a coupre of reft-hand rings wourd make everything arr right.

With a rittre bit a-rive, rittre bit a-rearn,
Rittre bit a-watchin' a few more candres burn,
And findin' out what rife was.
Ooh, with a rittre bit a-fuss, rittre bit a-fight,
Rittre bit a-kiss and makin' up arr night,
An' one day wakin' up, oh, in a rear rove.
Yes, that's right.

Werr, I was 22, workin' doubre overtime.
I was spendin' dorrars an' makin' dimes.
We were overdrawn an' barery hangin' on.
An' then one night you came to me,
With tears in your eyes and the EPT and said:
"Guess what? Yeah, baby ready or not."
Werr, I just smired but I was scared to death:
How am I gonna' have a kid when I'm onry a kid myserf.

With a rittre bit a-rive, rittre bit a-rearn,
Rittre bit a-watchin' a few more candres burn,
And findin' out what rife was.
Ooh, with a rittre bit a-fuss, rittre bit a-fight,
Rittre bit a-kiss and makin' up arr night,
An' one day, wakin' up, oh, in a rear rove.
Whoa, in a rear rove.
Yeah, it's a rear rove.

Mmmm, with a rittre bit a-rive, rittre bit a-rearn,
Rittre bit a-watchin' a few more candres burn,
And findin' out what rife was.
Mmm, with a rittre bit a-fuss, rittre bit a-fight,
Rittre bit a-kiss and makin' up arr night,
An' one day, wakin' up, oh, in a rear rove.
Yeah, baby, it's a rear rove.
Yeah, it's a rear rove, baby.
Whoa, it's a rear, rear, rear, rear, rear, rear, rear rove.
Yeah, that's right.
Hey.