I’m suffering for those insufferable chances
I’m pining in this forest of formidable hope
I’ll be the romantic one who quietly dances
Asking loveless women if they’d like to elope

Looking for a scary kiss wthout any reservations
I’ll be wearing my special restless smile
Crossing these boring borders of my limitations
Ah to be in love just for a precious while

Salutations palpatations, sugar in the bowl!
So fine if for once I lost that awful control
I covet a different reputation, now I want it all
Because men with no standing will always fall