the venom is released I'm feeling paralyzed but I can still hear my heart break Such a romantic way to die, this arrow through my heart A slowly passing remnant of a
kid in town There's a new kid in town There's a new kid in town I don't want to hear it There's a new kid in town I don't want to hear it There'
a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the Soul Singer in the session band Now a red carpet bagger makes a Blackberry
oh you got a nice ass darlin'! Can't wait to get you into my Benz, take you for a spin What you mean we aint fuckin', you take me for a friend? Let me
be true Men are my weakness I've got a roving eye And I've fallen victim to many a smile I just love the excitement of love when it's new I'm just a hopeless romantic
Ready and waiting For the chance to set me free I don't want nothing Ain't looking for no one You walk into my life Well I ain't no hopeless romantic
, so when you come to pick me up come right to my door don't stay in your car and beep beep the horn baby i'm a hopeless romantic go pick the sounds
I'm not a hopeless romantic. I'm just romantic yeah I'm very hopeless. I'm not a liar. And If I never see you again And If I never find you again, in
into the bar and I put in twenty bucks Because I know people's taste in music sucks About four hours had passed Forty picks and my empty glass A tasty
've never been the same since that first show I close my eyes and let myself go To a place I'm never alone or scared Somehow I had a reason a reason to
hot tonight It's dwelling dicks in a deep-fry It's hot standing next to these other guys It's hot, it's sweaty snapper in a stir-fry A blazing sun under a
Passed some time on the stoop On the block were we used to sit I thought about it all too much I thought so hard I couldn't see Pete rode by on his Hutch
Is this Some kind of test. Yeah and you're failing All we do is bicker Say goodbye Kiss my ass I hope you die Wish me well You can go to hell We were so different a
when you come to pick me up come right to my door Don't stay in your car and beep, beep the horn (Car) Baby, I'm a hopeless romantic You'll pick the
beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the soul singer in the session band A red carpet bagger makes a blackberry
