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?

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Writer(s): Bert Kalmar, Harry Ruby