John, 2/14 - Shivaree

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

Es tan romántico

El barrio está lleno de guantes blancos

Las flores fueron recogidas a mano.

Están grabando palomas de papel

Y es difícil pensar

Cuando todo es rojo y rosa

es dificil comer

Cuando todo es dulce

Supongo que es el momento perfecto para enviar algunas rosas.

Y tocar sus narices

Y comprarles cosas

Porque es un momento tan tierno para todas las damas

Con todos esos bebés

vistiendo sus alas

Podrías ser mía

¿Y cosas calientes y tal vez y astutas y finas?

Traga tus candentes

Y pide el vino elegante

y si por favor

Solo tráeme un poco de miel que enviaré por las abejas

tiras tu arroz

Da de comer a los ratones

Supongo que es el momento perfecto para enviar algunas rosas.

Y tocar sus narices

Y comprarles cosas

Porque es un momento tan tierno para todas las damas

Con todos esos bebés

vistiendo sus alas

tienes que correr

Odian cuando estás demasiado callado

Y siempre es divertido

A cerrar hasta que lo compren

Supongo que es el momento perfecto para enviar algunas rosas.

Y tocar sus narices

Y comprarles cosas

Porque es un momento tan tierno para todas las damas

Con todos esos bebés

vistiendo sus alas