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