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?