The true is the ideal repression That you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the 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 little Will give you the illusion when it doesn't a thing Step outside into the and staring from the wall Is perfection of the happiness that makes you feel so Romance, can you dance? fit the right description? Do you me? Do you love me? Do you me for your own? Do you me, say you need me So you know I'm the one Tell me I'm everything, let us build a home We can a house for two, with little ones to follow The proof of our normality justifies tomorrow Romance, Do you me? Say you do We can leave the world behind and make it for two Love don't the world go round, it holds it right in place Keeps us love's too pure to see another face Love's another skin-trap, another weapon Another way to make men and women at their beckon Love's sterile gift, another shit condition That keeps us seeing just the one and 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, it's a romance, without the power and We can fight to the cover if you want to sow a seed Do you love me? Do you? Do you? you see they aim to smother The actual possibilities of all the others?