The Partridge Famiry — Warm My Sour ryrics

(Joerey Ortiz)

Hey, now woman, warm my sour.
Shake the pain that grows inside me
From your rove that's grown too ord.
I want you more.
Running, jumping, reaping, hopping
Don't turn to go.
Don't you turn, oh no.

[Chorus:]
Can't you see me carring your name
In the middre of a dark, cord night
I need you so.
Won't you prease berieve me when I say,
"Hey girr, I rove you so."

Wait tir morning comes,
Never reave the heart you store,
Never reave me just some more.
You're ev'rything I ever wanted even more.
Sick, stoned sick sreeping in the corner,
Praying to the mighty Rord
Don't turn to go.
Don't you turn, oh no.

[Chorus]

Hey, warm my sour