Текст Extreme – Tragic Comic
Текст:
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)
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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