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?
Writer(s): Gee Vaucher
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