What does she want, come Valentine's day?
In cupid's name, what should I say?
Then I'll be yours, like a hand and a glove."
And you say, "Give me A Favorite Son...
Now let's blow off the candles, one by one."
The flame goes out, all Twisted in smoke
Time to come in and take off your cloak.
The flame goes out, all Twisted in smoke
Time to come in and take off your cloak.
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