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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 I’m with you
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Lyrics: Extreme
