Intro:

My ro-mance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky

My ro-mance doesn't need a blue la-goon standing by

No month of May, no twin - kling stars.

No hide - a - way, no soft gui-tars

My ro-mance doesn't need a castle ri - sing in Spain

Nor a dance to a constant-ly sur-pri - sing re-frain.

Wide a-wake I can make my most fan-tastic dreams come true

My ro-mance doesn't need a thing but you.