Hank

Could I say

That your shirt is just so pretty

And you would believe

That I’m not trying to sleep with you?

Could I say

That your hair is hypnotic today

And you would believe

That this is not me trying to take you to my bed?

I wish I lived in a world where I can praise a girl

But if I do this here, everybody will get it wrong.

[I’m not a seducer boor just like Hank.

But I can say to you that I

Fell in love with every each girl that I knew.

Maybe for one year, maybe for a while…

Sometimes they say that all romantics have died.

Sometimes I beg to myself that I never lied.

And now I think you’re going married with some guy around.

I guess Mr. Moody is just unhappy like me now.]

I really tried

To write a letter to my Karen.

But I don’t have Kurt on mind

To write something so damn pretty.

I know I am

Being such a boring old school man.

Would you believe

That this is not me trying to take you to my bed?

I wish I lived in a world where I can praise a girl

But if I do this here, even a child would judge me wrong .

[Chorus]

I’m not the man they think I am at home!

I’m not a seducer boor just like Hank.

But I can say to you that I

Miss home so much when I think about you.

Got a little depressed when I think of all I lived.

Sometimes they say a bottle could be your friend.

But I miss so much my sanity and pen!

I keep repeating that we had a nice time!

I keep repeating that romantics are alive!

And now I feel like a Rocketman out there, in space!

I guess Mr. Moody would feel just the same.