Hopeless Romantic

Hopeless Romantic - Billy Vera/The Beaters

Sometimes on Sundays

I sit by the TV

Watching sad movies alone

When it comes to the part

Where the little dog dies

I cry

Sometimes 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 nobody lies

I'm a believer

But much more than anything

I believe in you

You're not a deciever

If you told me the ocean went dry

I'd believe it was true

So call me a hopeless romantic

'Cause 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

Have you ever noticed

While telling a tall tale

The look on the face of a child

She accepts without question

As though it were gospel

They're only like that for a while

I'm a believer

But much more than anything

I believe in you

You're not a deciever

And if you told me the ocean went dry

I'd believe it was true

I'd believe it was true

So call me a hopeless romantic

'Cause 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

And hopeless romantics

Still can find a way

To make true love last

To make true love last

To make true love last

These days