The true romance is the ideal 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 Will you the illusion when it doesn't mean a thing outside into the street and staring from the wall Is perfection of the happiness that makes you feel so Romance, can you D'you fit the right description? Do you love me? Do you me? Do you me for your own? Do you me, say you need me So you that I'm the one Tell me I'm everything, let us build a home We can build a house for two, with ones to follow The proof of our that justifies tomorrow Romance, Do you me? Say you do We can leave the world behind and it just for two Love don't make the world go round, it holds it in place Keeps us thinking love's too pure to see face Love's another skin-trap, another weapon way to make men slaves and women at their beckon Love's another sterile gift, another shit That keeps us seeing just the one and others not Woman in a holy myth, a gift of 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 ourselves as lovers still, not tokens of possessions It's a natural, a romance, without the power and greed We can fight to the cover if you want to sow a seed Do you love me? Do you? Do you? Don't you see aim to smother The actual of seeing all the others?