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(from "Swing Time") |
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GINGER: |
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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've never mussed a crease in your blue serge pants. |
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I never had the 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. I'll take Jell-o. |
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You're calmer than the seals in the Arctic Ocean. |
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At least they flap their fins to express emotion. |
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A fine romance, with no quarrels, |
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With no insults, and all the morals. |
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You're just as hard to land as the Ile de France. |
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I never get the chance. |
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This is a fine romance. |
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FRED: |
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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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True love should have the thrills that a healthy crime has. |
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We don't have half the thrills that "The March of Time" has. |
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A fine romance, with no clinches. |
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A fine romance, with no pinches. |
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You never give the orchids I send a glance. |
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No, you like cactus plants. |
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This is a fine romance. |
