So sell those movie rights
You've been living in Michigan
And tell the boy you're coming
No, you don't miss him though
Like you did his Christmas home
Romance is only a mind game
Played by aging bad comedians
Each one frivolous and alone
But no man is an island, you know
It seems you're the exception
So use it as your weapon of choice
And in your best distressed voice
Plead, romantic was never for me
She was showing everybody
She said she got the knife, she met you
Tiny tectonite reading, both bumping
A little dearly erratic, indigo helvetica
You're coming home for Christmas
So, romance is only a mind game
Played by aging, bad comedians
Each one frailess and alone
But nobody's an island, you know
It seems you're the exception
Romance, it was never for me
Romance, it was never for
Romantic was never for me
Romantic was never for me