John 2:14

It's so romanticThe neighborhood's littered with white glovesThe flowers were hand pickedThey're taping up paper dovesAnd it's hard to thinkWhen everything's red and pinkIt's hard to eatWhen everything's sweetI guess it's just the perfect time to send some rosesAnd touch their nosesAnd buy them thingsBecause it's such a tender time for all the ladiesWith all those babiesWearing their wingsCould you be mineAnd hot-stuff and maybe and foxy and fine ?Swallow your red-hotsAnd order the fancy wineAnd if you pleaseJust bring me some honey I'll send for the beesYou throw your riceIt feeds the miceI guess it's just the perfect time to send some rosesAnd touch their nosesAnd buy them thingsBecause it's such a tender time for all the ladiesWith all those babiesWearing their wingsYou've gotta runThey hate it when you're too quietAnd it's always funTo close up until they buy itI guess it's just the perfect time to send some rosesAnd touch their nosesAnd buy them thingsBecause it's such a tender time for all the ladiesWith all those babiesWearing their wings