Flowers, I sent
Were found dead on their arrival
The words, I said,
Inserted foot on my mouthful
So when, we dance,
My lead, it ain't so graceful
(Isn't so, not ain't so)
I?M A HAPLESS ROMANTIC
ST-T-TUTTERING P-POET
JUST CALL ME A TRAGIC COMIC
CAUSE I?M, IN, IN LOVE WITH YOU
And when, we dine,
I forget to push in your seat
I wear, the wine,
Spilling hearts all over my sleeve
A stitch, in time,
Proposing down on my knees
(Splitting between the seams)
I?M A HAPLESS ROMANTIC
ST-T-TUTTERING P-POET
JUST CALL ME A TRAGIC COMIC
CAUSE I?M, IN, IN LOVE WITH YOU
Nobody, can know the,
Trouble I've, seen
Nobody, can know the,
Trouble I, get into,
When I'm with you
Writer(s): Gary F. Cherone, Nuno Bettencourt
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