Someday boy, you'll reap what you sow.
You'll catch a cold and be on your own.
You will see that's what's wrong with me
Is wrong with everyone you play your little games on.
Poetry and flowers,
Pretty words and threats.
You've gone to the dogs again
And I'm 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 -- Valentine's Day is over. It's over.
Valentine's Day is over.