The true is the ideal repression you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets That you in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy shops And the music spins you round and looking for the props The robe, the perfect little ring give you the illusion when it doesn't mean a thing Step outside into the street and staring from the Is perfection of the happiness makes you feel so small Romance, can you D'you fit the right description? Do you me? Do you love me? Do you want me for your Do you me, say you need me So you know I'm the one me I'm your everything, let us build a home We can build a for two, with little ones to follow The of our normality that justifies tomorrow Romance, Do you me? Say you do We can the world behind and make it just for two Love don't make the go round, it holds it right in place Keeps us thinking love's too to see another face Love's another skin-trap, social weapon way to make men slaves and women at their beckon Love's another sterile gift, another condition keeps 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 of gods repression If we didn't have these codes for love, of and positions We'd find ourselves as lovers still, not of possessions It's a natural, it's a romance, without the and greed We can fight to life the cover if you want to sow a Do you love me? Do you? Do you? you see they aim to smother The possibilities of seeing all the others?