Incurably Romantic - Michael Ball, Alfie Boe

I’m susceptible to stars in the skies,

I’m incurably romantic.

If they’re told to me all covered with sighs,

The wildest of lies seem true.

Each time a love bird sings,

I have no defenses,

My heart is off on wings,

Along with my senses!

I’m a setup for the moon when it’s bright,

I’m incurably romantic,

And I shouldn’t be allowed out at night

With anyone quite like you.

But oh, your arms are nice,

And it would be awfully nice

If you turned out to be Starry eyed like me,

And incurably romantic too.

But oh, your arms are nice,

And it would be awfully nice

If you turned out to be Starry eyed like me,

And incurably romantic too.