M-O-D-E-R-N R-O-M-A-N-C-E!
We met on really good terms
Straight to the matter of swapping germs
THe swapping of phrases was feeble
Though I made the first attempt
And you quickly echoed the sentiment:
"Yes, it's quite warm here for April"
No sequels anymore!
No FM104!
No pandering to swaggering bores!
'Cos you booked my place in Modern Romance (x2)
Come on, come on Modern Romance!
Born to the Empire late
Our correspondence would imitate
That of historical figures
But only in fits and spurts
The effort to make an impression hurts
So we wrote as ourselves again
'Cos you booked my place in Modern Romance (x2)
We got that jet-fuel feeling
And built a better home for it
Everyone knows
You give them one good reason
To be a little cold
They'd come down from the hillsides for it
Crying "MODERN ROMANCE! MODERN ROMANCE! MODERN ROMANCE MUST DIE!!!"