I walk over and, see you sitting over there,

I'll attempt to go and make us into a pair...

But he alks in an you, run your hands right through his hair,

I could persue it still but I really shouldn't dare...

When I'm all alone and you don't want to answer your

Telephone, so I'm stuck here sitting

In the park and I'm subject to

Breathing in, a second-hand romance...

The man waves goodbye and you kiss him on his cheek,

If looks could kill you'd put me down forever and a week...

I imagine that you come over and sit down next to me,

But our eyes meet for a second and I get the solace that I seek...

When I'm all alone and you don't want to answer your

Telephone, so I'm stuck here sitting

In the park and I'm subject to

Breathing in, a second-hand romance...

I am sitting here and I feel like I could be killed

By the look of a beautiful stranger...

It'd be so nice....yeah it'd be so nice....

To put me...out of my misery...

I'm alone, don't care if you pick up your,

Telephone 'cause I'm happy sitting here

In the park, listening to the beautiful strange

Meadow lark of a second-hand romance.