Lyrics: Dorothy Fields Music: Jerome Kern
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A fine romance, with no kisses
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A fine romance, my friend this is
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We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes
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But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes
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A fine romance, you won't nestle
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A fine romance, you won't wrestle
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I might as well play bridge
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With my old maid aunt
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I haven't got a chance
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This is a fine romance
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A fine romance, with no kisses
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A fine romance, my friend this is
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We two should be like clams in a dish of chowder
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But we just fizz like parts of a Seidlitz powder (*)
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Yes, a fine romance, with no glitches
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A fine romance, with no bitches
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You're just as hard to land as the 'Isle de France'
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I haven't got a chance
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This is a fine romance
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A fine romance, my good fellow
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You take romance, and I'll take jello
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You're calmer than the seals
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In the Arctic Ocean
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At least they flap their fins
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To express emotion
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A fine romance with no quarrels
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With no insults and all morals
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I've never mussed the crease
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In your blue serge pants
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I never get the chance
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This is a fine romance
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Yes, a fine romance, my dear, duchess
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Two old fogeys, who need crutches
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True love should have the thrills that a healthy crime has
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But we don't have the thrills that the march of time has, ba-ba-da-day
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A fine romance, my good woman
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My strong, age in the wood, woman
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You never give the orchids I sent a glance
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No, you like cactus plants, ha ha
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This is a fine romance
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A fine romance, my dear duchess
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Two old fogeys, who need crutches
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True love should have the thrills that a healthy crime has
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You know Louis, we don't have half the thrills that the march of time has,
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You telling me; fine romance, my very good woman
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My strong, aged in the wood, woman
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You never give the orchids I sent a glance
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No I prefer Cactus plants
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This is a fine romance!
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A Fine Romance
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| Stacey Kent |
