Valentine
Ruth Moody
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Just rang to say
I got your valentine
Does it make me yours
Or does it make you mine
It's hard to tell
I struggle with your scrawl
Some words were a little smudged
And some not there at all
I must have been crazy
Lost in your blood-shot eyes again
But love she marches in
And takes us like an army
now and then
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Sometimes no means go
It doesn't matter if it's right
There's a secret doorway
Where day folds into night
I was gonna make us something
There was whiskey on your breath
Standing in my kitchen
What a pretty mess
I must have been crazy
Lost in your blood-shot eyes again
But love she marches in
And takes us like an army
now and then