The New Romance Lyrics - Pretty Girls Make Graves

It started in our basement 

It started in our bedroom 

Got it in the basement 

Got it in the bedroom 

Got it in the garage 

Got it on the rooftop 

Burns the fire inside my head 

It's revealing, fascinating 

We got it, we set the motion 

Now we have it in our hands 

We're selfish with the new romance 

What's ours is ours and ours is secret 

There's no point in explanation 

If you don't know, then you won't know