John, 2/14 - Shivaree

It's so romantic

The neighborhood's littered with white gloves

The flowers were hand picked

They're taping up paper doves

And it's hard to think

When everything's red and pink

It's hard to eat

When everything's sweet

I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses

And touch their noses

And buy them things

Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies

With all those babies

Wearing their wings

Could you be mine

And hot-stuff and maybe and foxy and fine?

Swallow your red-hots

And order the fancy wine

And if you please

Just bring me some honey I'll send for the bees

You throw your rice

It feeds the mice

I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses

And touch their noses

And buy them things

Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies

With all those babies

Wearing their wings

You've gotta run

They hate it when you're too quiet

And it's always fun

To close up until they buy it

I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses

And touch their noses

And buy them things

Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies

With all those babies

Wearing their wings