The stores are filled with crimson red,
With chocolates and teddy bears
The roses fill my heart with dread
For there’s no part of me that cares
They took a day of every year
To celebrate their love
I’m glad for them, let me be clear
But don’t they have enough?
They have their anniversary
They have their weekly dates
They photograph each memory
We get it,
You’re the very best of mates.
Like we needed something annual
To celebrate my singleness
Last year I got this manual
For being single less?!
What’s that about, I am just fine?!
I don’t need a stinking date
But in case you have the 14th free
Could I pick you up at 8?