Extreme - Tragic Comic

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