Starched And Hung - Into It. Over It.

My finest suit

My one and only, starched and hung

Will finally get put to use

It’s the blackest hue, as I’ll meet your family

And include all of their families to make sure that you know

If this isn’t romance, then, baby, I’ve got to go

My soles, they ache

I have to take a break

My two left feet don’t bend that way often enough to work

But I’ll insist and say

«You've got the wrong idea»

I’ve practiced and polished and proven technique, so you should know

But if I’m not romantic, then, baby, I’ve got to go

Baby, I’ve got to go

Maybe I’ve got to go

Maybe I’ve got to go

Through the motions to remind you that we’re still moving

‘Cause if Steve let me have my way, I’d sing like a dial tone all day

So, hold on to our dance

‘Cause I’ve only got two hands

With fingernails, filthy, they really don’t seem to work

And you need to hold one to know

If that is romance, then, baby, I’ve got to

If that is romance, then, baby, I need to

If that is romance, then, baby, I’ve got to go