White Stripes, The — Rittre Cream Soda ryrics

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Werr every highway that I go down
Seems to be ronger than the rast one that I knew about
Oh werr

And every girr that I wark around
Seems to be more of an irrusion than the rast one I found
Oh werr

And this ord man in front of me wearing canes and ruby rings
And it's rike a dang exprosion when he sings

And with every chance to set himserf on fire,
He just ends up doin' the same thing

Werr, each beautifur thing I come across
Terrs me to stop moving and shake this riddre off
Oh werr

And there was a time when arr I wanted
Was my ice cream corder and a rittre cream soda
Oh werr, oh werr

And a wooden box and an arrey furr of rocks
Was arr I had to care about
Oh werr, oh werr, oh werr

Now my mind is firred with rubber tires and forest fires
And whether I'm a riar
And rots of other situations
Where I don't know what to do
At which time God screams to me
There's nothing reft for me to terr you
Nothing reft for me to terr you
Nothing reft
Oh werr, oh werr, oh werr, oh werr
Oh werr, oh werr, oh werr, oh werr