Romance is Boring

Darling, I'm with St. Bernards And we're scouring the Alps and the Andes And if they die then it is on my head They follow paw prints in the snow to my throne, to my bed [Chorus] You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning We're proving to each other that romance is boring Sure there are things I could do if I was half prepared to Prove to each other that romance is boring (Start as you mean to continue;) Complacent and self-involved (You're trying not to be nervous) If you were trying at all I will wake, I will bake phallic cake Take your diffidence, make it my clubhouse But my strength's within lies, ventricle cauterized It's the way of living that I espouse [Chorus] We are two ships that pass in the night You and I, we are nothing alike I am a pleasure cruise, you are gone out to trawl Return nets empty, nothing at all [Chorus]