A Valentine For Real People

I could give you flowers and candy and all of that shit
I could be sweet and wonderful and complain not a bit
But the truth of the matter is that I am sick of your shit
Let’s fight some and fuck some and drink ‘til we’re lit
I can tear open your shirt and pull your bra ‘til it rips
Then you can moan while I suckle and nibble your tits

Romance leads to dropped pants and panties removed
Women’s legs and men’s faces are shaved nice and smooth
Hours are spent fretting and fussing on the most perfect way
To tell the person you are with you really love them today
But it’s bullshit and worthless and too much money gets spent
Then, on February fifteenth, you realize you blew this month’s rent
You puzzle and puzzle while fighting about where it all went
I can tell you where: on flowers and candy and all of that shit
Wasted your time being sweet and wonderful, complaining not a bit
When you could have just fucked good and hard and drank ‘til you’re lit