Lyrics:
name is romantic
My thoughts are pretenders
My bra strap is a new feeling
My jaw is uneven and unsure
My posture is by demand
My skirt is thrown up
when I met you
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light
Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it's always someone else I
romantic
Before they fucked us I got a hand trick
With the Glock for these busters
Four hundred years ago fool where is my dough?
The year is 94 black
Romantic fool -- yeah, that's the word, fool
I'm a fool, I'm a fool, I think
I'm starting to drool
The more I drink, the worse I feel
I'm
of her heart
I wrote her fifteen songs but still we had to part
And if music was the food of love
Then I'd be a fat romantic slob
Well music, it's my
Last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate
Someday, cynical and bitter and boring someone
In some
I met you
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light
Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself it's someone else I see
I'd
a sell out.
Resigned to ask why, devoted to die,
When everything that you've been told,
By any person that you hold,
When any happiness and love will
that don't read well
Once opposed to editing my regrets
I've grown sick of this denial
Tempted every hour
By the benefits of being a liar
Turning my back
Oh, I was moved by your screen dream
Celluloid pictures living
Your death could not kill my love for you
Take two people romantic
Smoky nightclub
the better of me
Least I'm a past your eyes still see
Barely knew me at all
I decrease to ease my sigh
Subtly out of control
Snail-speed, gettin' by
Are we gonna kiss? Excited
I promised you my lips in writing
Take me by the hand
And lead me through the room
And it's so romantic
And I'm so
of her heart
I wrote her fifteen songs but still we had to part
And if music was the food of love
Then I'd be a fat romantic slob
Well music, it's my
say your not getting enough
I'm being pampered by two sluts with tits
That haven't been tampered with, runnin my tongue rancid
All over nipples your
I'm feeling
So I threw them in a song
I'm not sure if I can take it
If I'm the last romantic alive
Still star crossed til my dying
You put a spell
gonna do with you, he whispers my name
and the winds hystirecal sound makes me wonder the same
he says i'm not romantic, he tells me i'm sweet,
and here
a speech about how she's feeling
But I'm more intrigued by her lilac ceiling
Any time now there's a question pending
She wants to confirm a romantic ending
since that sad, dreary morning
Her heart has been hammered day by day
She just needs something to hold on to for a little while
Someone who can make
how it happened so fast,
Truly blows my mind.
Going on a hunt for four leaf clovers,
To wake up to that smile each sunrise.
Whenever I'm not by your
on left side
Tell that she loves me, look me up in my eyes
My heart for you is big girl, blowin' up by size
I really wanna take it slow but it was love
don't know
Hopeless and romantic, drunk on the blood of love
A fool with intention though naturally blessed
His heart many times broken but never
Our story time is told
And I'm blinded by the afterglow
Can you hear me dear?
Now I'm thumbing through the pages
Of the beautifully romantic
in our western way
Romantic places for the perfect modern love affair
To Paris or Rome I'll take you there
The darkness of our history shadowed by
smart
You are!
Thanks! I like romantic things like music and art
And as you know I have a gigantic heart
So why don't I have a boyfriend?
Fuck! It
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