Romance is dead,
They won’t sweep us off our feet.
Romance is bed,
They think love is to penetrate deep.
Romance is dead.

Are you satisfied?
Feeling warm inside?
Oh, how intimate.
The ‘love’ you feel,
This must be real.

Romance is dead,
They won’t sweep us off our feet.
Romance is bed,
They think love is to penetrate deep.
Romance is dead.

Love is sex,
But sex isn’t love.
You never learn
But love you yearn
Hollow inside
For the rest of your life

Romance is dead,
They won’t sweep us off our feet.
Romance is bed,
They think love is to penetrate deep.
Romance is dead.

by Lewis Burton