Shivaree - John, 2 14

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John, 2 14

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

Mirror lyrics:

Wearing their wings
With all those babies
Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies
And buy them things
And touch their noses
I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses

To close up until they buy it
And it's always fun
They hate it when you're too quiet
You've gotta run

Wearing their wings
With all those babies
Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies
And buy them things
And touch their noses
I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses

It feeds the mice
You throw your rice
Just bring me some honey I'll send for the bees
And if you please

And order the fancy wine
Swallow your red-hots
And hot-stuff and maybe and foxy and fine ?
Could you be mine

Wearing their wings
With all those babies
Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies
And buy them things
And touch their noses
I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses

When everything's sweet
It's hard to eat
When everything's red and pink
And it's hard to think

They're taping up paper doves
The flowers were hand picked
The neighborhood's littered with white gloves
It's so romantic

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