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 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