For me, today is just Thursday For others, it’s Valentine’s Day It’s not even a holiday So I guess there’s no double pay Flowers become very costly Choc’lates become very pricey Restaurants become too classy Movies become very silly I don’t get it, what’s the big deal? Why wait long to say what I feel? Why should it be just once a year When I have ev’ry day, my dear? The new movie’s a piece of shit At home, I’ll cook your favorite Flowers suck, choc’lates are too sweet I love you so much, that’s just it