Why Am I So Romantic

All the boys I've known Used to say I was made of stone I would always leave them alone In despair I've been on the pan I've been called an electric fan Told I'm even much colder than Frigidaire I began to wonder if I was all wrong I thought so till you came along Tell me, dear, why am I so romantic When you're near, why am I so romantic? What a grand feeling When your lips meet mine That certain something comes stealing Up and down my spine I don't know what it is you do to me You don't know half of the good you do me Other boys bore me, they just leave me blue But why am I so romantic with you Tell me, dear, why am I so romantic When you're near, why am I so romantic? What a grand feeling When your lips touch mine That certain something comes stealing Up and down my spine When we dance, both of your arms enfold me I forget all that my mother told me Other girls bore me, they just leave me blue But why am I so romantic with you?