The true romance is the ideal repression

That you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets

That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy shops

And the music spins you round and round looking for the props

The silken robe, the perfect little ring

Will give you the illusion when it doesn't mean a thing

Step outside into the street and staring from the wall

Is perfection of the happiness that makes you feel so small

Romance, can you dance? D'you fit the right description?

Do you love me? Do you love me?

Do you want me for your own?

Do you love me, say you need me

So you know that I'm the one

Tell me I'm your everything, let us build a home

We can build a house for two, with little ones to follow

The proof of our normality that justifies tomorrow

Romance, romance

Do you love me? Say you do

We can leave the world behind and make it just for two



Love don't make the world go round, it holds it right in place

Keeps us thinking love's too pure to see another face

Love's another skin-trap, another social weapon

Another way to make men slaves and women at their beckon

Love's another sterile gift, another shit condition

That keeps us seeing just the one and others not existing

Woman in a holy myth, a gift of mans expression

She's sweet, defenceless, golden-eyed, a gift of gods repression

If we didn't have these codes for love, of tokens and positions

We'd find ourselves as lovers still, not tokens of possessions

It's a natural, it's a romance, without the power and greed

We can fight to life the cover if you want to sow a seed

Do you love me? Do you? Do you? Don't you see they aim to smother

The actual possibilities of seeing all the others