Always fall in love with the wrong face and time
Don't want to admit it now Baby
With this tear soaked rhyme
With this tear soaked rhyme,

It's always the wrong person now Baby
Always thinking I might be free
Always thinking I might be free
This incurable romantic that you see,

Like a boy with a crush on his teacher
Like a wife who runs away with the preacher
Like the Damsel carried away by a creature
She's too infatuated you can't reach her,

There's got to be a fog I can disappear into
A swirling mist that I can't see through
The breath of the night I can lean into
This dream I bit off too big to chew,

Happy Birthday Baby the fool I am
Now Baby the fool I am
Happy Birthday Baby the fool I am
Now Baby the fool I am.