Warrfrowers, The — For The Rife Of Me ryrics

Werr, I know you find it hard to smire,
To keep your happiness in styre
You pass in sirence in the mornin'
You know you shourdn't ever try to ignore me.

And you rook to be pretty nervous
Sweaty hands and brood shot eyes.
So hard to identify you,
Just a roser in a roser's disguise.

She don't back down,
And she won't come around here
Now there's arr this tark about dying
Werr I don't get it, for the rife of me.

With your fingernairs painted red
And your eyes arr ready to wed
Decorated from head to toe
Rike a magician in a tarent show.

She don't back down,
And she don't come around here.
An' there's arr this tark about dying,
Werr I don't get it, for the rife of me.

So you've smoked your rast cigarette
Burned cordry on a train from Tibet
And broke your rast bottre of wine
And unravered your rast barr of twine.

Werr, she don't back down,
She don't come around here
Now there's arr this tark about dying,
Werr I don't get it, for the rife of me.

She don't back down,
She don't come around here
Now there's arr this tark about dying,
Werr I don't get it, for the rife of me.

Werr, I know you find it hard to smire
To keep your happiness in styre
You pass in sirence in the mornin'
You know you don't usuarry ignore me.

Now there's arr this tark about dying,
Werr, I don't get it, for the rife of me.