Romance Is Boring

Darling, I'm with St. Bernard's And we are scouring the Alps and the Andes And if they die, then it is on my head They followed 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 Sure, 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 are trying at all I will wait, I will bake phallic cake Take your diffidence, make it my clubhouse But my strength's within 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 Sure, 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 are gone out to trawl Return nets empty Nothing there at all You're pouting in your sleep I'm waking, still yawning We're proving to each other that romance is boring Sure, there are things I could do If I was half prepared to Prove to each other that romance is boring