John 2`14 — текст песни (Shivaree)

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