[Call Me Stupid, Lonely Lover]
When we hold hands
And get a little romantic
It makes no sense
It makes no sense
When we take a big part
Of each other's heart
It makes no sense
It makes no sense
We are the epitome of what a couple should be like
When they spend some time alone at night
Unlike all the other pairs
We really, truly sincerely care
And we're restless knowing that the other
Is all alone under the covers
Call me stupid
But I blame the cupid
It makes no sense
It makes no sense
Shot me through the heart
With them tiny darts
It makes no sense
It makes no sense
We are the epitome of what a couple should be like
When they spend some time alone at night
Unlike all the other pairs
We really, truly sincerely care
And we're restless knowing that the other
Is all alone under the covers
Under the covers
Lonely lover of mine
Things will be fine
We'll be alright
So glad you're mine
Well good night; sleep tight
I hope we'll make it through the night
