A Fine Romance Songtext
von Lena Horne

A Fine Romance with no kisses
A Fine Romance, my friend, this is
We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes (to-mah-toes, dear)
But you′re as cold as yesterday's mashed po-tah-toes (potatoes)

A Fine Romance, you won′t nestle
A Fine Romance, you won't even wrestle
You've never mussed the crease in my blue serge pants
You never take a chance, this is A Fine Romance


A Fine Romance, my good fellow
You take romance, I′ll take Jello
You′re calmer than the seals in the Arctic Ocean
At least they flap their fins to express emotion

A Fine Romance, my dear Duchess
Two old fogies, we really need crutches
You're just as hard to land as the Ile de France! (Fronce)
I haven′t got a chonce (chance), this is A Fine Romance

A Fine Romance, my good woman
My strong, aged-in-the-wood woman
You never give those orchids I send a glance
They're just like cactus plants, (oh boy)
This is A Fine Romance!