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