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Extreme - Tragic Comic lyrics
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 |
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