Roberta Flack My Romance
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 flowery 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 month 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 fantasizing dreams come true.
My romance doesn’t need a thing but you.
