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
