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