Romance Is Boring

A Bm F#m x2 A Bm F#m Darling, I'm with St. Bernard's A Bm F#m And we're scouring the Alps and the Andes A Bm F#m And if they die then it is on my head A Bm F#m They follow paw prints in the snow to my throne, to my bed A Bm D F#m You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning A Bm D F#m We're proving to each other that romance is boring A Bm D F#m Sure there are things I could do if I was half prepared to A Bm F#m D Prove to each other that romance is boring A F#m A F#m x2 A F#m Start as you mean to continue; A F#m A Complacent and self-involved A F#m You're trying not to be nervous A F#m A If you were trying at all A Bm F#m I will wake, I will bake phallic cake A Bm F#m Take your diffidence, make it my clubhouse A Bm F#m But my strength's within lies, ventricle cauterized A Bm F#m It's the way of living that I espouse A Bm D F#m You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning A Bm D F#m We're proving to each other that romance is boring A Bm D F#m Sure there are things I could do if I was half prepared to A Bm F#m D Prove to each other that romance is boring A F#m A F#m x7 A F#m We are two ships that pass in the night Bm You and I, we are nothing alike C I am a pleasure cruise, you are gone out to trawl D Return nets empty, nothing at all A Bm D F#m You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning A Bm D F#m We're proving to each other that romance is boring A Bm D F#m Sure there are things I could do if I was half prepared to A Bm F#m D Prove to each other that romance is boring A