Some day boy youll reap what youve sown
Youll catch a cold and youll be on your own
And you will see that whats wrong with me
Is wrong with everyone that
You want to play your little games on
Poetry and flowers pretty words and threats
Youve gone to the dogs again and Im not placing bets
On you coming home tonight anything but blind
If you take me for granted then you must expect to find
Surprise, surprise
Valentines day is over, its over
Valentines day is over
If you want to talk about it well you know where the phone is
Dont come round reminding me again how brittle bone is
God didnt make you an angel the devil made you a man
That brutality and economy are related now I understand
When will you realise that as above so below there is no love
For the girl with the hour glass figure
Time runs out very fast
We used to want the same things but thats all in the past
And lately it seems that as it all gets tougher
Your ideal of justice just becomes rougher and rougher
Thank you for the things you bought me thank you for the card
Thank you for the things you taught me when you hit me hard
That love between two people must be based on understanding
Until thats true youll find your things
All stacked out on the landing, surprise, surprise