Okay ladies and gents, now… I want to tell you a story…
The Short Story About the Complexity of Relationships

V1
Ah-a-a-a-a-a!
There was a flower seduced by the vase again
Locked in a love embrace when the craze began

Prechorus
Could be the stars crossed
Or just the wires
When Arctic cold
Met wild fires
Ooooooh....

CH
Maybe he was too thorny
...to think
Maybe she was too scrawny
...to hold
Or the weather too stormy
...to carry on
Ah-a-a-a-a-a!

Maybe she wasn’t kissing
…him right
Or he simply was ticking
…her off
Maybe Cupid was missing
… his shots

V2
Ah-a-a-a-a-a!
Leaving both of them broken and fearful…
She was fragile… and he wasn’t mindful…

Prechorus
Could be the stars crossed
Or just the wires
When Arctic cold
Met wild fires
Ooooooh....



CH
Maybe he was too thorny
...to think
Maybe she was too scrawny
...to hold
Or the weather too stormy
...to carry on
Ah-a-a-a-a-a!
Maybe she wasn’t kissing
…him right
Or he simply was ticking
…her off
Maybe Cupid was missing
… his shots

Bridge
The flower burst in a powerful, loud bloom
The vase couldn’t bear it. She cracked
And tears filled the room


CH

Maybe he was too thorny
...to think
Maybe she was too scrawny
...to hold
Or the weather too stormy
...to carry on
Ah-a-a-a-a-a!
Maybe she wasn’t kissing
…him right
Or he simply was ticking
…her off
Maybe Cupid was missing
… his shots


Maybe he was too thorny (There was a flower seduced by the vase again)
...to think
Maybe she was too scrawny
...to hold
Or the weather too stormy
...to carry on
Ah-a-a-a-a-a!
Maybe she wasn’t kissing (There was a flower seduced by the vase again)
…him right
Or he simply was ticking
…her off
Maybe Cupid was missing
… his shots