Its so romantic
The neighborhoods littered with white gloves
The flowers were hand picked
Theyre taping up paper doves
And its hard to think
When everythings red and pink
Its hard to eat
When everythings sweet
I guess its just the perfect time to send some roses
And touch their noses
And buy them things
Because its 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 Ill send for the bees
You throw your rice
It feeds the mice
I guess its just the perfect time to send some roses
And touch their noses
And buy them things
Because its such a tender time for all the ladies
With all those babies
Wearing their wings
Youve gotta run
They hate it when youre too quiet
And its always fun
To close up until they buy it
I guess its just the perfect time to send some roses
And touch their noses
And buy them things
Because its such a tender time for all the ladies
With all those babies
Wearing their wings
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