Could I say
That your shirt is just so pretty
And you would believe
That I’m not trying to sleep with you?
Could I say
That your hair is hypnotic today
And you would believe
That this is not me trying to take you to my bed?
I wish I lived in a world where I can praise a girl
But if I do this here, everybody will get it wrong.
[I’m not a seducer boor just like Hank.
But I can say to you that I
Fell in love with every each girl that I knew.
Maybe for one year, maybe for a while…
Sometimes they say that all romantics have died.
Sometimes I beg to myself that I never lied.
And now I think you’re going married with some guy around.
I guess Mr. Moody is just unhappy like me now.]
I really tried
To write a letter to my Karen.
But I don’t have Kurt on mind
To write something so damn pretty.
I know I am
Being such a boring old school man.
Would you believe
That this is not me trying to take you to my bed?
I wish I lived in a world where I can praise a girl
But if I do this here, even a child would judge me wrong .
[Chorus]
I’m not the man they think I am at home!
I’m not a seducer boor just like Hank.
But I can say to you that I
Miss home so much when I think about you.
Got a little depressed when I think of all I lived.
Sometimes they say a bottle could be your friend.
But I miss so much my sanity and pen!
I keep repeating that we had a nice time!
I keep repeating that romantics are alive!
And now I feel like a Rocketman out there, in space!
I guess Mr. Moody would feel just the same.
