"Fourth, much, and romantic."
That's what she said:
"Fourth, much, and romantic!
Don't let it go to your head."

Sure, there was a first.
Then there was a second.
You've probably guessed the third.
Now, here's the fourth.

Fourth, much, and romantic.
That's what she said!
It was supposed to be slightly romantic
at least in my head.

But, you know, I'm bad with dates.
I was bad on the first and second, as well.
On the third, it didn't go smoothly
and the fourth. Oh! "The fourth,

much, and romantic."
That's what she said.
Fourth, much, and romantic.
I wrote it near my head.

Fourth, much, and romantic.
I needed something good!
I thought I'd carve a piece of wood.
But, I didn't because I ran late.

Fourth, much, and romantic.
I thought she liked spiders!
A nice pair of breeding spiders.
They'd be, oh so, romantic.

Fourth, much, and romantic.
It didn't go over well.
They got out of their cage,
and they kind of gave us hell.

Fourth, much, and romantic.
Her swelling's gone down, now, you know.
Fourth, much, and romantic.
At least survived the blow!

Fourth, much, and romantic.
It wasn't much romantic.
But at least we survived.
Unlike that poor waiter.