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Well I see you in the morning |
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Putting on your pretty clothes |
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And I watch you do your make-up |
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Like they do in all those fashion shows |
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Then you turn to me so that I can see |
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If you put yourself together right |
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Then you go away and you're gone all day |
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But I know you're coming home tonight |
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And when you're home, darling all you've got to be is you |
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But when in Rome, do as the Romans do |
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Well it's alright if you're tired when your day is done |
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You can see when you look at me, you're not the only one |
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It's a cold, cruel world for a working girl |
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But you can't let them see you cry |
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It's a fact of life, now man and wife |
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Work full time to just get by |
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And when we're home all it's gonna be is me and you |
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But when in Rome, do as the Romans do |
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I've done some strange things I never thought I'd do before |
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But if the strain brings happiness, more or less... |
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More or less... |
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Then I don't mind masquerading with all those other fools |
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I don't mind the games I'm playing, |
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Because I've learned the rules |
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And when times are tough, I've got just enough |
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If you're standing right by my side |
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Darling more and more I get hungry for |
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All the ways you keep me satisfied |
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On our own there ain't nothing that we can't get thru |
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But when in Rome, do as the Romans do |
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Then I don't mind masquerading with all those other fools |
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I don't mind the games I'm playing, |
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Because I've learned the rules |
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It doesn't matter when we're home, all alone |
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All we've got to be is me and you |
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On our own there ain't nothing that we can't get thru |
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But when in Rome, do as the Romans do |
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Swing that hammer and break that stone |
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Push those buttons and answer that phone |
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Coffee in the morning and martinis at night |
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Everybody's working up a big appetite |
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Do as the Romans do... |
