Starched and Hung

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
Maybe 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