Home made Valentine (C) 2009 Bob Wheatley
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You don't want me any more
You made it clear when you slammed the door
And all because of a thoughtless line
In a home made Valentine
And off you fly
Above the road
Oblivious to my
Cryptic code
I tried so hard to make you smile
You never get my unique style
I guess my words were too abstract
Now it's too late to take them back
And there you go
On down the road
Left my heart here
Like Jim Morrison's squirming toad
I searched for days on the internet
A move I now sorely regret
But I learned how to make a card
Too bad the words left you feeling hard
And there you go
On down the road
Left my heart just lying here
Like a sunburned horned toad
THE WORDS
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Your eyes the size
Of pumpkin pies
And twice as deep
As endless sleep
I knew my heart
Might fall apart
Was when I kissed
Your bloody fist
Your lips they drips
Of juicy wine
Your hips they whips
Up heat divine
You could refine
My sad bloodline
Please don't decline
This Valentine
