Do you ever what else you could say

When you know the words are there 

And the overwhelming sensation of 

Being with her takes over 

And you want this to be so special

So you call out your feelings, but 

Every word sounds cliché, every 

Word already said

Its never quite enough is it? Sure 

She will be so happy to hear all 

That you have to say, but the 

Satisfaction of coming up with 

A new way to tell her stays dry.

You can repeat everything you 

Like about her, go down the 

Lists and know next time that 

Is all you will have to say

We are waiting on more then 

Sitcom serenades, beautiful 

Ballads of rock stars who 

Cannot keep a commitment 

Down, the words of William 

Shakespeare and love stories 

Told in dramatic big screen 

Motion. 

The red rose and blue violets

Are no longer good enough, 

To compare your love to 

That of something great is 

Old news, songs starting with

Her name have been done before,

From Sweet Caroline down to

Sweet Loraine I am seeing no 

Change in those simple phrases

Used. 

What is a man to do when his 

Words are no longer good enough,

When prime time television has 

Stolen every idea of romance, in

Our boxed chocolate attempt to 

Write something beautiful our 

Words have been already used 

By someone else and no matter 

How hard we try the theme is 

Not our creation. 

And I tried to write you something

Beautiful something new, and the

Thought is what counts right? Or 

Is that another mans words that

Just sound so right? In every 

Attempt I wanted to give you

Something new and so I can 

Feed you the day to day cliché,

But know there is so much more

Behind it.