02.14.06
Not as easy as 1-2-3…
When the postman don’t call on Valentine’s Day
And Santa Claus don’t come on a Christmas Day
That umbrella won’t work on a rainy day
Don’t ask me, I already know
When they find you beached on the barrier reef
And the only pleasure treasured is in map relief
The choice is yours, sure, saint or thief
Don’t ask me, I already know
(Good God…)
Yes, they baked your cake in little slices
Kept your eye on rising prices
Wound up winning booby-prizes
I’m sure you’d like to think you know what life is
Find destiny through magazines
Liplicking, unzipping
Harpers and Queens
From here to eternity
Without in-betweens
Don’t ask me, I already know
With your heart on parade and your heart on parole
I hope you find a sucker to buy that mink stole
School for Scandal:
Guess who’s enrolled?
So ask me, I already know
When they find you beached on the barrier reef
ALL THE WAY TO JUNE, ALL THE WAY TO FEBRUARY
When the postman don’t call on Valentine’s Day
EVERYTIME I SPEAK, I WILL NEED A DICTIONARY
When the only pleasure treasured is in map relief
EVERY TIME I SAY, EVERY TIME I FEEL YOU NEAR ME
When you don’t tell the truth, that’s the price that you pay
SUMMERTIME I SEE, YOU HOLDING ME
When I’m shaking a hand I’m clenching a fist
If you gave me a pound for the moments I missed
And I got dancing lessons for all the lips I shoulda kissed
I’d be a millionaire
I’d be a Fred Astaire
-Martin Fry, via ABC
“Valentine’s Day” from The Lexicon of Love
One of The Greatest Albums Ever, period.
And he’s TOURING this year…
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