It's so romantic  The neighborhood's littered with white gloves  The flowers were hand picked  They're taping up paper doves    And it's hard to think  When everything's red and pink  It's hard to eat  When everything's sweet    I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses  And touch their noses  And buy them things  Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies  With all those babies  Wearing their wings    Could you be mine  And hot-stuff and maybe and foxy and fine ?  Swallow your red-hots  And order the fancy wine    And if you please  Just bring me some honey I'll send for the bees  You throw your rice  It feeds the mice    I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses  And touch their noses  And buy them things  Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies  With all those babies  Wearing their wings    You've gotta run  They hate it when you're too quiet  And it's always fun  To close up until they buy it    I guess it's just the perfect time to send some roses  And touch their noses  And buy them things  Because it's such a tender time for all the ladies  With all those babies  Wearing their wings