Step right up for the grand romantic. Always tragic, broken bones. Step right up, it's the grand romantic. Karma, leave these kids alone. . Man, you could put a TV in the mailbox.
And I, I just wanted you so bad. And I, I just wanted you so bad. I don't know where I'm going. I don't know who to trust anymore. One thing's for sure: that I can't fall asleep without you next to me, babe.