You know that it's the middle of the night
You think you're gonna get into a fight-ight-ight
There's no combo between your toes
Your favorite color is squirrels and bones
I could swear it's been a couple months
Said
"I never talk to you that much"
You tried to pin the blame on me
But I told you
Silly girl
Don't you know?
Try to play a trick
But it won't work
Gettin' better
Truth be told
It's a little ruckus at this point
Come and sit and listen to my
Silly girl
Ain't you heard?
Too verbal
It's gonna need a few more words
Got both feet inside my boots
I'll try to make my point to you
[Bridge]
Was gonna tell you next year
Like February
Got no idea what rhymes with February
Until then
I'll be over there
Kick this work in for the next song
Girl
Guess every valentine gets a little cliche
My brother
Mother
Lover
Widower
Guess every valentine gets a little cliche
My brother
Mother
Lover
Widower
Guess every valentine gets a little cliche
My brother
Mother
Lover
Widow