Pinch me, doll, I can't believe it's real.
Is it what you think, or what you feel?
Am I wrong? Is it all just lies?
Or is romance really faith in disguise?
It's your heart I was meant to steal.
Don't think about it; go with what you feel.
Do we ever really know when it is real?
Sometimes you have to get right down and kneel.
That's right, we all believe in lies.
Romance is just faith in disguise.
Face it, Ed, you've lost sight of what is real.
It isn't what you think; it's what you feel.
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