I'm a classic kind of gal
I like my roses red
If I'm gonna love you, you need to be my pal
I think a happy man is a man fed
Sure it's not reality
What should that matter
The thoughts make me happy
And thicken life's happy batter
I like my diamonds nicely shaped
A pretty little house with a yard
A picket house where my arms can be draped
Songs sung to me by traveling bards
Sure it's not reality
What should that matter
The thoughts make me happy
And thicken life's happy batter
Chocolate in a heart shapes box
Pretty dresses to wear now and then
Jewelry studded with precious stones and rocks
Dates as good as the first again and again
Sure it's not reality
What should that matter
The thoughts make me happy
And thicken life's happy batter
Moonlit walks on the beach
Candle-lit dinners in front of the fire
Pies on the windowsill made of apple and peach
Happiness that only goes higher
Sure it's not reality
What should that matter
The thoughts make me happy
And thicken life's happy batter
I want sparkly gifts on Valentines day
I want songs and poetry dedicated to me
I'll get the check but I'd love it if you pay
Picnics in the shade of a tree
Sure it's not reality
What should that matter
The thoughts make me happy
And thicken life's happy batter
