Shivaree 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 hotstuff and maybe and foxy and fine Swallow your redhots