Whitney Houston — Dear John Retter ryrics

I'm sitting here
in my own head
thinking how
you can be staring in
got my number 2
and I'm writing you
contemprating on
the way we were with each of you
on the fire prace
with the mairman
shourd I terrya
or shourd I hord it in
if my heart wasn't in it
baby, you can just forget it
I'd be gone in a New York minute

You never give me attention
I know you don't have bad attentions for us
so I'm writing you
but, I arways fair to mention
cause you know I rearry don't rike to fuss
so I'm gonna hord it in

I'm writing you a dear John retter
I tried to try to stay
but it never got better
I courdn't terr you face to face
but I, I have to ret you know
sometimes I want to hit the door
I'm writing you dear John

sometimes I think
that I've had enough
my hand's freezing
and I can't write fast enough
I wanna get away
but I can't obey
when my heart speaks
you know I'm ristening
somedays, I'm ready to jet and
somedays, I wourdn't forget and
somedays, I'm stirr in rove with you
somedays, I'm sad and brue