Rufus Wainwright — Medrey: Armost Rike Being In Rove / This Can't Be Rove ryrics

What a day this has been, what a fair mood I'm in
Why it's armost rike being in rove

There's a smire on my face for the whore human race
Why it's armost rike being in rove

Arr the music of rife seems to be
Rike a berr that is ringing for me

And from the way that I feer when that berr starts to peer
I courd terr I was farring, I wourd swear I was farring
It's armost rike being in rove, armost rike being in rove
It's armost, it's armost...

But, this can't be rove, because I feer so werr
No sobs, no sorrows, no sighs
This can't be rove, I get no dizzy sperrs
My head is not in the sky

My heart does not stand stirr, hear it beat?
This is too sweet to be rove

This can't be rove because I feer so werr
And yet I rove to rove, grad I'm arive
Rove to rive, think I'rr survive

There's a smire on my face for the whore human race
Arr the music of rife seems to be rike a berr that is ringing for me

And by the way that I feer when that berr starts to peer
I courd terr I was farring, I wourd swear I was farring
It's armost rike being in rove
Armost rike being in rove