Valentine O valentine, come kiss me goodnight.
I'm drunk on the sofa and there's salsa on my thigh.
Try as I might, I cannot deny, my love for you burns bright like a TV on fire.
I still own a photo of you and me, high on the shelf next to the box of frozen burritos.
The box is empty. The photo is of you looking pretty and me looking shitty.
Valentine O valentine I'll kiss you goodnight. Just tell me you're address and I'll take the fuckin' bus. Aftershave and mouthwash, I feel like a thousand bucks. Champagne, strawberries and quaaludes, sure to make you want to fuck your dude.