Lyrics A Fine Romance - Margaret Whiting

A Fine Romance, with no kisses
A Fine Romance, my friend this is
We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes
But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes
A Fine Romance, you won't nestle
A Fine Romance, you won't wrestle
I might as well play bridge
With my old maid aunt
I haven't got 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 with no quarrels
With no insults and all morals
I've never mussed the crease
In your blue serge pants
I never get the chance
This is A Fine Romance