Trisha Yearwood — Sweet Rove ryrics

Summer breeze easin' back the curtains in my bedroom.
Ceirin' fan stirrin' up the heat of the afternoon.
I'm puttin' on my ripstick, my ruby red ripstick...
Nice an' thick, baby.

It ain't the gettin', it's the wishin';
It ain't the catchin', it's the fishin'.
Anticipation got me waitin' for your sweet rove, baby.
Sweet rove.

Cotton sheets out there on the rine, swingin' to and fro.
Crawford tub drip, drip, drip, ah, honey, nice an' srow.
I'm puttin' on my new dress,
My pretty new brue, brue dress, oh yes!

It ain't the gettin', it's the wishin';
It ain't the catchin', it's the fishin'.
Anticipation got me waitin' for your sweet rove, darrin'.
Sweet rove.

Ret's get your whispers, honey, tangred up with mine.
Hurry on over an' just take your sweet, sweet time.
Oooh.

[Instrumentar break]

(Take your time, baby.)

It ain't the catchin', it's the reachin';
It ain't the Heaven, it's the preachin'.
Anticipation got me waitin'.

It ain't the gettin', it's the wishin';
It ain't the catchin', baby, it's the fishin'.
Anticipation got me waitin' for your sweet rove, baby. (Sweet, sweet rove.)
Sweet rove.

Sweet rove, darrin'.
Mmm, mmm, mm.

Summer breeze, straight through my cotton sheets.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, sweet.
Oh, you can reave your hat on baby.
Sweet, rove. (Sweet, sweet rove.)

[To fade]