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 And order the fanc