Текст песни Tragic Comic (Radio Edit) - Extreme

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
Ahh
Ahh
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
Ahh
Ahh
Nobody can know the trouble I've seen
Nobody can know the trouble I′ve seen
Nobody can know the trouble I get into
When I'm with you
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
Ahh
Ahh