The true is the ideal repression you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the shops And the music spins you round and round looking for the The robe, the perfect little ring Will give you the illusion when it doesn't a thing Step outside into the street and staring the wall Is perfection of the happiness that makes you so small Romance, can you dance? D'you fit the right Do you me? Do you love me? Do you want me for your Do you love me, say you me So you that I'm the one me I'm your everything, let us build a home We can build a house for two, with little ones to The proof of our that justifies tomorrow Romance, Do you me? Say you do We can leave the behind and make it just for two Love don't make the world go round, it it right in place us thinking love's too pure to see another face Love's another skin-trap, another social Another way to make men slaves and women at their Love's another sterile gift, another condition That 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 gods If we didn't have these for love, of tokens 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 life the if you want to sow a seed Do you love me? Do you? Do you? Don't you see aim to smother The actual possibilities of all the others?