The heads fell off yer flowers,
an’ I didn’t kop a feel.
Yer battered all the wine
an’ I burnt the fucking meal.
Yer chose this day to say,
that yer always hated me.
Yer could ‘ave at least waited,
‘til I’d sat down for me tea.
All me dreams are shattered,
they've gone right up the pole.
Although you say yer hate me,
can I ‘ave just one last hole?
Valentines day massacre,
me heart is smashed to bits.
Yer should ‘ave told me sooner,
I was getting on yer tits.
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