Romance Is Boring

A                 Bm      F#m
Darling, I'm with St. Bernard's
           A                          Bm   F#m
And we're scouring the Alps and the Andes
             A                    Bm   F#m
And if they die then it is on my head
             A                             Bm          F#m
They follow paw prints in the snow to my throne, to my bed

[Chorus]
         A               Bm         D             F#m
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning
        A              Bm          D         F#m
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
  A              Bm           D            F#m
Sure there are things I could do if I was half prepared to
A               Bm         F#m        D
Prove to each other that romance is boring

[Interlude]
A    F#m  A F#m x2

[Verse B]
A                        F#m
Start as you mean to continue;
A           F#m        A
Complacent and self-involved
                         F#m
You're trying not to be nervous
A            F#m        A
If you were trying at all

[Verse A]
(A)                  Bm           F#m
I will wake, I will bake phallic cake
             A                    Bm     F#m
Take your diffidence, make it my clubhouse
          A                          Bm        F#m
But my strength's within lies, ventricle cauterized
          A                   Bm    F#m
It's the way of living that I espouse

[Chorus]
         A               Bm         D             F#m
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning
        A              Bm          D         F#m
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
  A              Bm           D            F#m
Sure there are things I could do if I was half prepared to
A               Bm         F#m        D
Prove to each other that romance is boring

[Interlude]
A    F#m  A F#m x7

[Bridge]
A                                  F#m
We are two ships that pass in the night
                           Bm
You and I, we are nothing alike
                                      C
I am a pleasure cruise, you are gone out to trawl
             D
Return nets empty, nothing at all

[Chorus]
         A               Bm         D             F#m
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning
        A              Bm          D         F#m
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
  A              Bm           D            F#m
Sure there are things I could do if I was half prepared to
A               Bm         F#m        D
Prove to each other that romance is boring