When you first said, baby, my,
let me be your valentine,
meant you gave your heart to me.
I was sure you'd be so nice,
just a parcel from paradise,
look what you turned out to be
You're the fly in my ointment,
You're the knock in my engine,
you're the leak in my boat
You're the bats in my belfry,
you're the pebble in my shoe,
you're the bull in my china shop,
you're the mouse in my stew,
you're the weed in my garden,
you're the rust in my gear,
you're the ache in my tummy,
You're the pain in my hurricane
and my super -sensitive heart, dear
An d the reason is merely because
You're the weed in my garden.
You're the rust in my gear.
You're the ache in my tummy.
You're the pain in my hurricane
and my super -sensitive heart, dear.
Still, I love you, I know,
and the reason is merely because
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