I won't kiss your hand, Madam,
Crazy for you though I am.
I'll never woo you on bended knee,
No Madam, not me.
We don't need that flow'ry fuss,
No sir, Madam, not for us
My romance
doesn't have to have a moon
in the sky
My romance
doesn't need a blue lagoon
standing by;
No mounth of May,
no twinkling stars,
no hide away,
no soft guitars.
My romance
doesn't need a castle
rising in Spain,
Nor a dance
to a constantly surprising refrain.
Wide awake
I can make my most fantasting dreams come true.
My romance doesn't need a thing but you.