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Bouncing Souls Hopeless Romantic

Well, I walked into the bar and I put in twenty bucks Because I know people's taste in music sucks About four hours had passed Forty picks and my empty

kinda stink But I'll clean myself up for you I'm a hopeless romantic You're just hopeless I'm a hopeless romantic You're just hopeless You're just hopeless You're just hopeless

Passed some time on the stoop On the block were we used to sit I thought about it all too much I thought so hard I couldn't see Pete rode by on his Hutch

You're so rad, you're so rad You're so rad, you're so rad You're so rad, you're so rad You're so rad, you're so rad You're so rad, you're so rad You'

Ole! Bouncing souls no one can beat us we drink beer and wear adidas anywhere we get the itch we're off to find a proper pitch Lace your sambas get on

I've got to be me baby and you gotta be you Something isn't right but I know I love you I only want what's best I don't know Is this Some kind of test

to let your guard down Something you never wanted to I gave you my love and if you turned away I guess i'd be screwed, but... I'm a hopeless romantic You're just hopeless

Well i walked into the bar and i put in twenty bucks Because i know people taste in music sucks About four hours had passed, forty picks and my empty

to let your guard down Something you never wanted to I gave you my love and if you turned away I guess i'd be screwed, but... I'm a hopeless romantic You're just hopeless