February Fourteen






He's a small man i admit
but the flower smells good
it didn't have to be red
not all green flowers are grass

You around me feels like
brass with no band
Let the lights flash till moonlight
i'll tell a story if i can

Let the world watch us
we'll make a good traffic jam
slam it everyday on my face
the feeling of love and what it takes

you are my valentine
you are
my valentine

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