John 2:14

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 wearin' their wings

Could you be mine and hot stuff and maybe and foxy and fire?

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 wearin' their wings

Oh, 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 wearin' their wings