Sometimes on sundays

I sit by the TV

Watching sad movies alone

When it gets to the part

Where the little dog dies

I cry

Somtimes I think

I was born just a little

Behind or ahead of my time

I live in a dream world

Of caring and sharing

And good guys and nobosy lies

I'm a believer

And much more than anything

I belieeve in you

You're not a deceiver

And if you told me the ocean went dry

I'd believe it was true

So call me a hopeless romantic

Because I can still believe

I can still believe in true love

ANd hopeless romantics

Still can find a way

To make true love last these days