My heart is saying ‘Yes’ but my brain is saying ‘no, no, no’
And every time I see her on the street I gotta ‘go go go’
Her mommy told her I’m not the marrying kind
And with me she’s only wasting her time.

She left me in a bar with my heart in my hand
It made the fizzy water taste so bland

So now I’m moving along
To a beat that’s going wrong
I’m not spending my time on women and wine

I go to sleep before I should and I wake up after most people would
But if there’s one thing that I’ve learned it’s that I couldn’t fix it then and I never should..
Cause my time has come to get funky…

Her daddy told her he always hated my band and I’d never be a rich man
She booed me off the stage, my guitar in my hands, and she screamed: “I have other plans”

So now I’m moving along
To a beat that’s going wrong
I’m not spending my time on women and wine
Yes I’m grooving along
To a semi-descent song
I’m not wasting my rhymes on you Valentine