Last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate
Someday, cynical and bitter and boring someone
In some dark cafe
You laugh, he said you think you're immune,
Go look at your eyes
They're full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies
Only pretty lies, pretty lies
Listen, they talk of love so sweet
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet......