In a toystore
on a Sunday
with a dollar forty nine
I need something
just a dumb thing
for my brand new
Valentine.

Oh my darling.
Oh my darling.
Oh my darling
Valentine.
I’m uneasy,
kind of queasy,
but you’re still my
Valentine.

Yes, it happened
in the classroom
when you said
“Will you be mine?”
I was muddled
and befuddled,
so I answered,
“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Then you called me
in the lunchroom.
You had saved a
place in line.
And I knew that
it was true that
I was now your
Valentine.

I went shopping
for a present
and I saw this
blinking sign:
“Here’s a pleasant
little present
for a brand new
Valentine.”

So I bought it
and I brought it
in my backpack
right at nine.
Do you like it?
It’s a spy kit
with a flashlight
you can shine.

I could tell you
didn’t like it
when you said I
was a swine.
How exciting!
I’m delighting.
I have no more
Valentine.

Till another
person stopped me
and they asked
“Will you be mine?”
This is crushing.
Oh, I’m blushing.
I’ve another
Valentine.