It's so romantic
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The neighborhood's littered with white gloves
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The flowers were hand picked
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They're taping up paper doves
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And it's hard to think
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When everything's red and pink
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It's hard to eat
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When everything's sweet
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I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses
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And touch their noses
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And buy them things
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Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies
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With all those babies
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Wearing their wings
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Could you be mine
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And hot-stuff and maybe and foxy and fine ?
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Swallow your red-hots
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And order the fancy wine
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And if you please
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Just bring me some honey I'll send for the bees
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You throw your rice
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It feeds the mice
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I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses
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And touch their noses
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And buy them things
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Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies
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With all those babies
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Wearing their wings
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You've gotta run
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They hate it when you're too quiet
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And it's always fun
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To close up until they buy it
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I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses
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And touch their noses
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And buy them things
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Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies
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With all those babies
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Wearing their wings
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John, 2/14
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Shivaree |