Red rooms
Red blooms
Red balloons
And a motley crew
Of goons
Tamed by the women on their arms
Turning on the charms
No harm
In making the lady smile
Top marks if you can make her go wild
Until her face turns red
And maybe tonight she’ll be in your bed
“Flip a coin,” she said
“You’re either getting my tail or some head.”
If you’re laughing right now, don’t stop ‘til you’re dead
Choking
Joking
‘til she’s stroking
‘til you’re poking
Because what’s better than sex on Valentine’s Day?
Lovers in shopping marts
Lovers with shopping carts
The smell of cakes, pastries and tarts
And Cupid attacking hearts
With his poison darts
But misses you
Surrounded by looming red, a cringe worthy view
You’re a gloomy head in a sad pair of shoes
You’re blue
May as well be clad in black
Begging the doe eyed cherub to deal back
Because you can’t get him out of your head
You can’t forget the time that she said
Goodbye
Yet you try
And softly sigh
As you wonder how Cupid would feel
If he’d be lonely if he was even real
Because what’s worse than a broken heart on Valentine’s Day?
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