| As she gazes from her window
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| There’s someone she’s waiting for
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| Satin slippers and invitations
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| Scattered around her on the floor
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| All the memories blend together
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| All the faces look the same
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| She holds a photo of a young man
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| Still, she can’t recall his name
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| But she remembers hearts and roses
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| I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine
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| She remembers hearts and roses
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| Will you be my Valentine?
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| Through the night, they danced together
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| Passion veiled in every word
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| Old flames and old heartaches
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| Strong emotions, now barely stirred
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| She beguiled them with her favours
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| Won them over with her charms
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| And the broken-hearted boy
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| Forgotten, in her lover’s arms
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| But she remembers hearts and roses
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| I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine
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| She remembers hearts and roses
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| Will you be my Valentine?
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| Now she’s standing at her window
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| See her from the street below
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| As she waves to every stranger
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| Crying out as they come and go
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| No more trails of handsome suitors
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| Leaving flowers at her door
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| And the young man in the photo
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| She doesn’t know him any more
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| But she remembers hearts and roses
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| I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine
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| She remembers hearts and roses
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| Will you be my Valentine? |