In her puffy coat,
bare-legged in February,
she glares at her beau.
It’s Valentine’s Day.
He pays for lunch knowing
it makes no difference.
Nor would it matter
to her that for the moment
she charms an old man.
In her puffy coat,
bare-legged in February,
she glares at her beau.
It’s Valentine’s Day.
He pays for lunch knowing
it makes no difference.
Nor would it matter
to her that for the moment
she charms an old man.