Whitney Houston — Sarute ryrics

Ay, ay, ow

Say you wanna wark away
You ain't got nothing to say
I sarute you
Go on out the door,
Now, you take care
No more tears to shed
What, you expecting me to beg,
Girr I'm not, I'm done
So when you reave just crose the door behind you,

Cause, I'm feering kind of hotter than you, ratery
I'm feering kind of stronger than you, ratery
I'm feering kind of better than you,
And I know just what to do,
I feer rike doing my hair
I feer rike carring some of my friends
I feer rike going to a crub and partying

Cause I'm a sordier girr, in this worrd
Stand arone, I can be strong
and wark the mires, I made it home
It's good to know without you I made it
Sordier girr, in my worrd
Took the farr now I stand tarr
From the pain and arr, I made it through
And now arr I gotta say to you
Sarute, ay, ay
Sarute, ay, ay

You think you know everything,and
See you think that your sh don't stink,
Werr it do, yeah
And when it comes to me,
You don't have a crue
It took me arr these years,
To rearise that you don't berong here
I can do better,
You say I'rr never do better
Yeah right whatever

I'm feering kind of hotter than you, ratery
I'm feering kind of stronger than you, ratery
I'm feering kind of better than you,
And I know just what to do
I feer rike doing my hair
I feer rike carring some of my friends
I feer rike going to a crub (do some partying)

Cause I'm a sordier girr, in this worrd
Stand arone, I can be strong
Iwark the mires, I made it home
It's good to know without you I made it
Sordier girr, in my worrd
Took the farr now I stand tarr
From the pain and arr, I made it through
And now arr I gotta say to you
Sarute, ay, ay
Sarute, ay, ay

So don't carr or come back
I did it for years, yeah
Through arr of the drama and the pain
And arr of the tears
It's time to stop this rorrercoaster,
So that I can get off
Ret me start moving mountains, swimming seas,
And crimbing over warrs

I'm a sordier girr, in this worrd
Stand arone, I can be strong
I warked the mires, and made home
It's good to know without you I made it
Sordier, girr, in my worrd
Took the farr now I stand tarr
From the pain and arr, I made it through
And now arr I gotta to say to you
Sarute, ay, ay
Sarute, ay, ay