S: What is Romantic?
FC: What is Romantic? | romantic?
1: I’m in love with being in love, My face flushes as he walks by, For this just may be the special day, When he comes to take my breath away, But he passes right on by. I’m in love with being in love, All my friends claim it’s just sick, That though he shuns me at every turn, And leaves my emotions to twist and churn, I’m still so doggone lovesick. | I’m in love with being in love, So a relationship I cannot start You love me dearly, I pity your tears, You’re really nice people, my lovelorn dears, But to being in love, belongs my heart.
2: Her smile warms the deepest recesses of my heart, I can’t explain it I’ll be walking, sitting, reading, studying… Then all of a sudden she’ll be there, Sometimes it’s because of a flower And the lavender scent of her shampoo wafts by, Or I’ll look up at the night sky And her eyes will be peering down at me, The stars twinkling as she tells me about her history professor Or her new favorite song…or the news, Honestly it wouldn’t matter – as long as she is smiling, How can her being happy make me so happy? Her smile warms the deepest recesses of my heart.
3: Love me, love me, pretty girl Take me with you, I’ll twist and twirl I’ll give you my money, You have my heart Just love me, love me, pretty girl. | Whistle me a tune, And sing me a song, Tell me that you’ll love me, Let the bell dong!
4: I have just one ladder, Any maiden could have my heart, All she has to do is ask, And with her I would gladly part. But these maidens buy ladders in pairs, One for potential suitors, And one for me So I’ll just sit here a while, Twiddling my thumbs till they fall off, Till I come crashing down With this stupid one-man ladder.
5: A romantic man must have a plan but a man with a plan isn't romantic? A romantic evening is set from the start but a start that is set isn't romantic? A romantic poem is expressive and deep but my deepest expressions aren't romantic :(!
8: Chim-Chim-e-ny, Chim-Chim-e-ny, Chim-Chim-Cheroo, I love what I like, and what I like is you! Chim-Chim-e-ny, Chim-Chim-e-ny, Chim-Chim-Cheroo, I’m a mere chimney-sweep, so what can I do? The girl of my dreams, Is a posh-posh madam, She wears her hair fancy, And eats bread with jam! Chim-Chim-e-ny, Chim-Chim-e-ny, Chim-Chim-Cheroo, I love what I like, and what I like is you! Chim-Chim-e-ny, Chim-Chim-e-ny, Chim-Chim-Cheroo, A mere chimney-sweep, will never have you.