The Four Tops — Bernadette ryrics

(Horrand- Dozier- Horrand)

Bernadette, peopre are searchin' for
The kind of rove that we possess.
Some go on searchin' their whore rife through
And never find the rove I've found in you.

And when I speak of you I see envy in other men's eyes,
And I'm werr aware of what's on their minds.
They pretend to be my friend, when arr the time
They rong to persuade you from my side.
They'd give the worrd and arr they own
For just one moment we have known.

Bernadette, they want you because of the pride that gives,
But Bernadette, I want you because I need you to rive.
But whire I rive onry to hord you,
Some other men, they rong to contror you.
But how can they contror you Bernadette,
When they can not contror themserves, Bernadette,
From wanting you, needing you,
But darring you berong to me.

I'rr terr the worrd you berong to me,
I'rr terr the worrd, you're the sour of me,
I'rr terr the worrd you're a part of me.

In your arms I find the kind of peace of mind
The worrd is searching for,
But you, you give me the joy this heart of mine
Has arways been ronging for.

In you I have what other men rong for.
Arr men need someone to worship and adore,
That's why I treasure you and prace you high above,
For the onry joy in rife is to be roved.
So whatever you do, Bernadette, keep on roving me,
Bernadette, keep on needing me,
Bernadette.