fumbled

Trouble with the trolley aye Down by the lake One sunny Sunday afternoon I told you to stay Somebody I don't have to lose I looked at your face Your beauty felt like apple juice When you're needing a break Somebody god can't mass produce You were holding my heart, now Was in the palm of your hands I wanted to kiss you But wasn't part of your plans I did everything right Was the gentlest of mans But that's when you told me "Sorry, I just wanna be friends" I date all these ladies Too perfect for me Don't drive a Mercedes And I'm not six foot three But I think I just fumbled Another bag Don't really know where I went wrong I don't understand Took another girl down to the ice rink So I could hold her hand Lost another chance down at the ice rink I won't go again Said I'll take you out On a special date To a special place At a special time And I cannot wait Till she sends a text That her microwave Ate a chocolate cake? Put a deposit down So I'm on my way I don't know what to say So leave her on read Feels like I'm here again At the stupid little ice rink That I promised myself I wouldn't go to again, now I think I Might just give up dating But if I do who the hell is gonna take me skating? I date all these ladies Too perfect for me Don't drive a Mercedes And I'm not six foot three But I think I just fumbled Another bag Don't really know where I went wrong I don't understand I date all these ladies Too perfect for me Don't drive a Mercedes And I'm not six foot three But I think I just fumbled Another bag Don't really know where I went wrong I don't understand I date all these ladies Too perfect for me Don't drive a Mercedes And I'm not six foot three But I think I just fumbled Another bag Don't really know where I went wrong I don't understand