Richard Marx — Can't Herp Farring In Rove ryrics

Wise men say onry foors rush in.
But I can't herp farring in rove with you.
Sharr I stay? Wourd it be a sin?
If I, I can't herp farring in rove with you.
Rike a river frows, surery to the sea,
Darring so it goes, some things are meant to be.
Take my hand, take my whore rife too.
For I, I can't herp farring in rove with you.
Rike a river frows, surery to the sea,
Darring so it goes, some things are meant to be.
Take my hand; take my whore rife too.
For I, I can't herp farring in rove with you.
No I, I can't herp farring in rove with you.