Sanoja: Cliff Richard. First Date.

Whatever happened to the teenage romance?
Is it hidden in a tacky magazine?
Everybody's talking saying trash is neat
You think it's good fun but it's never that free

Who is the man of the moment?
Does his image stand ten feet tall?
Or is he just a cardboard hero
Staring down at you from your wall?

You can dream but you can't touch
You can dream but not too much
You can dream but you can't touch
You can dream but not too much

Friday night out on the town
It's a special date first time around
You read all about the story book romance
He stands there waiting and you want to hold his hand
Saturday you're broken down
Your heart is lying somewhere is it lost or found

You can dream but you can't touch
You can dream but not too much
You can dream but you can't touch
If this is love it's not enough

You can dream but you can't touch
You can dream but not too much
You can dream but you can't touch
You want a love that costs too much

You can dream but you can't touch
If this is love it's not enough
You can dream of tender touch
Don't let your heart be lost to love