The true romance is the repression you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy And the music you round and round looking for the props The silken robe, the perfect ring Will give you the illusion when it mean a thing Step outside into the street and staring from the Is perfection of the that makes you feel so small Romance, can you dance? D'you fit the description? Do you love me? Do you me? Do you want me for your Do you love me, say you me So you know I'm the one Tell me I'm your everything, let us a home We can build a for two, with little ones to follow The proof of our that justifies tomorrow Romance, Do you me? Say you do We can leave the world and make it just for two Love don't make the world go round, it holds it right in Keeps us thinking love's too pure to see another Love's another skin-trap, another weapon Another way to men slaves and women at their beckon Love's another sterile gift, another condition That us seeing just the one and others not existing Woman in a holy myth, a of mans expression She's sweet, defenceless, golden-eyed, a gift of gods If we didn't have these for love, of tokens and positions We'd find ourselves as lovers still, not of possessions It's a natural, a romance, without the power and greed We can fight to life the cover if you want to sow a Do you love me? Do Do you? Don't you see they aim to smother The actual of seeing all the others?