The romance 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 shops And the music you round and round looking for the props The silken robe, the perfect ring Will give you the illusion it doesn't mean a thing Step outside the street and staring from the wall Is perfection of the happiness that makes you feel so Romance, can you dance? D'you fit the right Do you love me? Do you me? Do you want me for own? Do you me, say you need me So you that I'm the one Tell me I'm your everything, let us build a We can a house 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 us thinking love's too pure to see another face Love's another skin-trap, another social Another way to make men slaves and at their beckon Love's sterile gift, another shit condition keeps us seeing just the one and others not existing Woman in a holy myth, a gift of expression She's sweet, defenceless, golden-eyed, a gift of repression If we didn't have codes for love, of tokens and positions We'd find ourselves as lovers still, not tokens of It's a natural, it's a romance, without the power and We can fight to life the cover if you to sow a seed Do you love me? Do you? Do you? you see they aim to smother The actual of seeing all the others?