There are two different kinds of hopeless romantics
One keeps their romance behind padded walls
So others don't know what's going on

The other one is me
Who parades one openly
Hoist's her gracefully
On a cheribum seat feathered in gold
With a microphone in mine hand
Screaming

She's mine mi amour'
She's mine
She's mine queen
Leaveth her alone thou scowling dog's....

As tis I may maketh her embarrassed
During this process

She shalt thank me later
Privately behind those padded walls..

With an angel kiss
Upon mine wearied cheek...