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My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing

Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
I don't think y'all
My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing

Happy Valentine's Day
Every day the 14th!
I don't think y'all
and nights
Would pass me by
I tell myself that I was waiting for a sign
Then she appeared
A love so fine,
My valentine

And I will love her, for life
And I
We're off
We're off for a day at the races
And who knows, who wins, who shows, who plays
I know
You know?
I know
Well, go
Well, hand me
A       F#7
"Sunday is the day I sleep til Monday --

B7                             Cdim Bm7-5    E7
That's the way I save my go-to-meet - in' clothes."
in my mind 
Years gone by I've changed my mind 
Lost for seven days now they're lost forever now
I said I love you, and I do.
These gifts I give, I give to you.
It's for today, and every day.
My bloody valentine.
I don't know, what will
And wait for  day to come
D
I tried to tell my lonely heart
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It must go  on alone
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But it
Noise never stops
Not all day
Work seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Shift work, tough work for the convenience store clerk
Two feet
the business
Every night is valentines
And every day is Christmas
And every day is Christmas


My girlfriend say she love me
But itz just the jewelry
as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplizes, more kids than Barney
Remedy for stress is three bags of sess
A day at my rest, playing chess, yes
My thoughts
But my Tetley triplizes, more kids than Barney
Never need for stress there's three bags of sess
A damn I rest, playing chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky
life she'd always stay

My angel for a day
I'm begging her to stay
She walks on wild flowers
With a smile on her face
My Valentine all day
She's
the day with my old dog Mo
C       A7       Dm   F7
Down an old dirt road
Bb        G             F      Dm
What he's thinking lord I don't know
Bb
Thou art my valentine.
Lips like apple wine.
Face like kalsomine (oh, fine).
My clinging vine,
My voice for thee doth whine.
You're older than Auld
to stop
Twenty four seven, mm, here with me

I'm gonna count the time
That you're gonna be mine
Seven days a week
Twenty four hours ain't enough for
wanna give you
Everything you need

7 lonely days
And lonely nights
I been missing you
I just want my baby by my side

Do you miss me too
It doesn't take
We're off
We're off for a day at the races
And who knows, who wins, who shows, who plays
I know!
You know?
I know!
Well, go!
Well, hand me
now I just can't go on.G7 F see D7 C7Standing close by my side is our own little pride, he misses your lullaby tune,see E7 F see G7 CAnd his big dark
Thou art my valentine.
Lips like apple wine.
Face like kalsomine (oh, fine).
My clinging vine,
My voice for thee doth whine.
You're older than Auld
Thou art my valentine.
Lips like apple wine.
Face like kalsomine (oh, fine).
My clinging vine,
My voice for thee doth whine.
You're older than Auld
got my hand out
Lookin' for some money to spend

The price tag of the things I need
Are getting bigger by the day
I got a bullet with a name on it
baseball.
An' that little boy, with big blue eyes and calloused hands,
Huh, became my old man.

Well she was a Kentucky girl, born on Valentine's Day
every day till then 
Tell her it ain't so bad 
And say you're my friend 
Say that I'm OK 
And tell her too wait for me 
And I'll be home again
surveyor
Now y'all ain't heard?  You better go ask your mother
That your sister's being dicked by Marquis, your brother

My seven bizzos...
Seven days, seven