Romance III Lyrics — Baby

On the 9th, 11th, 13th, 15th, and 17th, on those fertilest of nights adorned with myrtle for the rights we rendezvous drums pound in my head I start to feel the usual dread, I mount the alter of my bed and lie back warm as ice prepared once more to sacrifice.

Romance romance oh where is the passion I dimly remember please remind me now I loved you I know I did before we were machines to make a kid I’m sorry I should transcend. I shouldn’t preach once more my dear friend into the breach.

Romance Romance when God thought up sex one suspects he was joking. Why else would he make human hearts a powder keg to get one lousy sperm to reach an egg its mad that’s what he did that’s why I’m me reaching for you longing to be swept off my feet ravished or worst head over heals not the reverse I have to feel I can’t just breed please understand we simply need…

We’re not doing this anymore.
Last Update: April, 17th 2026