Saint Valentine drove a red Continental
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With a headlight out and a dent in the side
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He said it wasn't his; it was only a rental
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But he drove it every single night
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Saint Valentine wore shades and a Cowboy Hat
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He looked straight outa Lonesome Dove
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You never saw his eyes but you knew down deep inside
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He was longin for a long lost love
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The Origional Lover had a broken heart
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To the ground his blood did flow
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And for every drop that fell to the earth
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A red, red rose did grow
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Saint Valentine ate pizza every Monday night
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And chased it with Johnny Walker Black
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The waitresses would stare but he just didn't care
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He just wanted his lover back
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Saint Valentine wore a t-shirt of the Virgin Madonna
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With the sleeves cut out and a tear through the heart
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He wore it like a shield to protect his pride and honor
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He was tired of livin' so far apart
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The Origional Lover had a broken heart
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To the ground his blood did flow
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And for every drop that fell to the earth
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A red, red rose did grow
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Saint Valentine would Circle the Shoppin' Center Mall
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With his radio wailin' the Blues
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He'd park outside the door of the Video Store
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Like he was one of the chosen few
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Saint Valentine drove a red Continental
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With a headlight out and a dent in the side
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He swore it wasn't real; it was only mental
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But he drove it every single night
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Saint Valentine
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Ely Joe |