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Whatever happened to romance?
whatever happened to those first impressions
kissing lessons
it’s all too fast
magic moments don’t last
no “hello” - no “can i get to know you?” no
everybody’s in it for the thrill of the minute
whatever happened to romance?
the boys that i’ve been dreaming of
the modern world
is too confusing for the average girl
i think they’ve done something funny to love
you do your dating on the internet
hook up with someone you could easily forget
he’s never learnt about etiquette
and if it rains you just get wet
no-one’s got the time
for anything other than the bump and grind
lately they’ve done something funny to love
he wants to make it on the very first date
he thinks you’re silly if you wanna wait
you say “ok” he says its just too late
oh the fuss that he’ll create
you meet on vacation
in a bar where the lights are low
during the conversation
you realise he’s just a gigolo - oh
whatever happened to romance?
whatever happened to those stolen glances
the game of chances
it’s all too fast
magic moments don’t last
no “hello” - no “can i get to know you?” no
everybody’s in it for the thrill of the minute
whatever happened to romance
the boys that i’ve been dreaming of
the modern world
is way too confusing for the average girl
and i think they’ve done something funny
lately they’ve done something funny
i do believe they’ve done something funny to love
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It’s too late to stop loving you
too late to stop loving you
you gave me love, that’s a fact
now you’re saying you want it back
but that ain’t something i can do
too late to turn back the time
what’s done is done
what’s mine is mine
you can’t just reel me in
and then throw me out again
cos it’s too late to stop loving you
when we first met you sent me flowers
wooed me in classy restaurants
you telephoned me every hour
said “i’ll give you anything you want”
chocolates and strawberries
had me down upon my knees
and every time you said “baby please”
i knew what i had to do
now it’s too late to stop loving you
too late to stop loving you
you gave me love, that’s a fact
now you’re saying you want it back
but that ain’t something i can do
chocolates and strawberries
had me down upon my knees
and it’s too late to stop loving you
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