I won't kiss your hand, madame, crazy for you though I am, I'll never woo you on bended
knee. No, madame, not me. We don't need that flowery fuss. No, sir, madame, 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 hideaway, 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 fantastic
dreams come true. My romance doesn't need a thing but you.
No month of May, no twinkling stars, no hideaway, 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 fantastic dreams come true.
My romance doesn't need a thing but you. My romance doesn't need a thing but you.
You.
