John, 2/14 ( Shivaree , 2002)

It&9s so romantic
The neighborhood&9s littered with white gloves
The flowers were hand picked
They&9re taping up paper doves

And it&9s hard to think
When everything&9s red and pink
It&9s hard to eat
When everything&9s sweet

I guess it&9s just the perfect time to send some roses
And touch their noses
And buy them things
Because it&9s 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&9ll send for the bees
You throw your rice
It feeds the mice

I guess it&9s just the perfect time to send some roses
And touch their noses
And buy them things
Because it&9s such a tender time for all the ladies
With all those babies
Wearing their wings

You&9ve gotta run
They hate it when you&9re too quiet
And it&9s always fun
To close up until they buy it

I guess it&9s just the perfect time to send some roses
And touch their noses
And buy them things
Because it&9s such a tender time for all the ladies
With all those babies
Wearing their wings