Romance Is Boring

Darling I'm with St. Bernard's and we're Scouring the Alps and the Andes And if they die then it is on my head They follow paw prints in the snow to my throne To my bed You're pouting in your sleep I'm waking still yawning We're proving to each other That romance is boring Still there are things I could do If I was half prepared to Prove to each other that romance is boring Start as you mean to continue Complacent and self-involved You're trying not to be nervous If you were trying at all I will wake I will bake phallic cake Take your diffidence Make it my clubhouse But my straits swim in lies Ventricle cauterized It's the way of living that I espouse You're pouting in your sleep I'm waking still yawning We're proving to each other That romance is boring Still there are things I could do If I was half prepared to Prove to each other that romance is boring We are two ships that pass in the night You and I we are nothing alike I am a pleasure cruise You a direct to trawl Return less empty Nothing at all You're pouting in your sleep I'm waking still yawning We're proving to each other That romance is boring Still there are things I could do If I was half prepared to Prove to each other that romance is boring