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