heart, my heart is here for you to take Why should I quake? I'm not awake Isn't it romantic? Music in the night, a dream that can be heard Isn't it romantic
[Announcer:] "The stars of our show, and America's "shiekest" couple, Eddie Sparks and Dixie Leonard!" [J:] I remember you. [B:] I'd like to say that
Waikiki And fall into the romantic enchantment of the Tiki With the chick in Indonesia to a Russian ballerina Or the girl from panema baby step in the arena Ladies in Latin America
Yo, there's still time As the door close, the cold wind blows Down America like the Wall of Jericho Some will walk the sheet close Many are called but
When I think back on this life I guess we were doing the best we could And to look at us from the outside Sure it seemed somewhat romantic When you've
fucking intoxicating The way they glimmer through the grain And make dysfunction such a fashion Jimmy Stewart suicidal sex appeal The alcoholic is the last true hopeless romantic
stick people recede The locals get up your nose And leather soles stick on cobble stones It's hard to live in the country It has a delicate ring Nymphette new romantics
be great in America! If you can wait in America! Love is first-rate in America! If you're all straight in America! Romantic midnight dates for you. P
old beginnings, This new world holds the most collective stew For what indeed Could match this popery. Here the immigrant is plentiful, the pagan Indian colorful, This America
Politically erect, romanticizing 'bout ancestral innocence Conscience easing curiosity pleasing, slum teasing Lab rat is crude ego food, ain't no Afro
We are the last of the jukebox romeos, We are romantics by the light of the fourway We came to sing out a chorus, reinvent the good times And to bring
a D, 'Cause this is everyday life. Fuck the police It's a ghetto state of mind, 'Cept where I'm living I can't see no ghetto, this ain't America, it's
future drippin out of a pen If sleep be the cousin of death Then every time I blink?s one step closer to my last breath America romanticizes the old
(feat. James Cann) [Announcer:] "The stars of our show, and America's "shiekest" couple, Eddie Sparks and Dixie Leonard!" [J:] I remember you. [B:]
you shrugged, like there was nothing more to add I suppose you considered that So romantic Well, I just considered it sad Perhaps you're living in America
(feat. Hell Razah, Killah Priest) [Killah Priest] Yo, there's still time As the door close, the cold wind blows Down America like the Wall of Jericho
Waikiki And fall into the romantic enchantment of the Tiki With the chick in Indonesia to a Russian ballerina Or the girl from Ipanema baby step in the arena Ladies in Latin America
or become of my America. I'm asking this dance, So come take my hand, come on And in this unstable arena, Of whats left or become of my America.