Flowers, I sent,
were found dead on their arrival
The words, I said,
inserted foot in 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 always tragic comedy
I´m a hapless romantic
st-t-tuttering p-poet
just call me a tragic comic
cause i´m, in, in love with you
I´m a hapless romantic
st-t-tuttering p-poet
just call me a tragic comic
cause i´m, in, in love with you

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