It was eight on the bus
On the way back home from the school
She wore red earmuffs
And a cashmere scarf to match
It was cold outside, 1989 Valentines Day
They walked home
She cried, she cried
Noone knows why

Its official, Im helpless a hopeless romantic
Its official, Im helpless a hopeless romantic

Seventeen high school prom
All the girls had dates with egos
To match their dress
Last dance last chance for romance
There he stood not alone
Pretty girl with her face in her hands
Hes confused, she cries, she cries
Noone knows why

Its official, Im helpless a hopeless romantic
Its official, Im helpless a hopeless romantic

He wore black
To match her veil
All the guests they cried
Like she had done so many times

Its official, Im helpless a hopeless romantic
Its official, Im helpless a hopeless romantic
Its official, Im helpless a hopeless romantic
Its official, Im helpless a hopeless romantic