A Fine Romance

　　A Fine Romance - Lena Horne

　　A fine romance with no kisses

　　A fine romance my friend this is

　　We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes

　　But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes

　　A fine romance you won't nestle

　　A fine romance you won't wrestle

　　You've never mussed the crease in my blue serge pants

　　I have got a chance this is a fine romance

　　A fine romance my good fellow

　　You take romance I'll take Jello

　　You're calmer than the seals in the Arctic Ocean

　　At least they flap their fins to express emotion

　　A fine romance with no crease

　　A fine romance it's all mouthes

　　I've never mussed the crease in my blue serge pants

　　I never get the chance this is a fine romance

　　A fine romance my dear Duchess

　　Two old fogies we need crutches

　　We to shit dely climb in the diserve shout up

　　But we just bisly yesterday set let's pounder

　　A fine romance with no crutches

　　A fine romance with no crutches

　　You're just as hard to land as the Ile de France

　　I have got a chance this is a fine romance