Tragic Comic - 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 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
Artist: Extreme
Title: Tragic Comic