I don't need good looks
To sell no cars or beer
TVs, or new machines
All you con men can hang up your scheme
Pimps and hustlers – put up the Vaseline
I ain't your bitch I ain't your ho
And public niggerin' has got to go
Oh safari seekers and thug life coons
You modern day minstrels and your
Songless tunes
Don't take me down your memory lane
I got my own memories – just the same
It's time for the return of romance
It's time for you and me to slow dance
For entrancing "I love you"s,
Sweet tender kisses
It's time for slow, slow dances and
Showing love with no shame
It's time to treat me gently now
Oh how did we lose our song?
When did we forget our dance?
Dances the ancients knew
Songs country bluesmen blew
Bout our lives, are love and broken hearts
It's time for me to love and hold you
It's time for me to tease and scold you
For dining by candle light
Fun Sunday picnics
It's time for slow, slow dancing
And showing love with no shame
It's time to treat me gently now

It's time for moonlit glances and crazy
Playful love games
It's time for candy roses and silly names
It's time for you to hold me and touch my
Soul
It's time for me to hold you and let you
Know
We bring the starlit skies
When we're together
Oh, how did we lose our song?
When did we forget our dance?
Dances the ancients knew
Songs country bluesmen blew
Bout our lives, are love and broken hearts
It's time for me to tease and scold you
It's time for you to love and hold me
For dining by candle light
Fun Sunday picnics