Roses are dead, and the violets are too,
half price at the garage I bought just for you
There’s no need to thank me, stop crying, it’s fine,
There’s more gifts in the bag, No, I didn’t get wine
But Lucozade’s nearly as good as champagne
Don’t you agree? What’s that look of disdain?
There’s perfume as well, Look it hangs of that string,
Is it my fault the smell of fresh pine’s not your thing?
Don’t forget all the chocolate, it’s opened you say?
I was hungry you see, haven’t eaten all day
Now don’t be ungrateful, all that counts is the thought
Perhaps there’s some manners you haven’t been taught
I’ve a feeling this evening is going to be fraught
I guess the truth is
Love just cannot be bought
Gavin Turner 