Oh What a shame that your pockets did bleed on St. V alentine's.
And you sat in a chair thinking "Boy I'm Such a P rince!"
Well Life's a train that goes from February on day by day
But it's making a stop on April Fi rst.
And y ou will believe in l ove and al l that it's supposed to b e
But ju st until the fi sh start to smell and you'r e struck down by a ham mer
S ure you were swift when the handsome greek boys dropped by with g ifts
you are suave thanks to ribbons that open s esame
But in the stars and closer to home and every pl anet it ain't hard
For me and dear Jo Jo to s ee.
That you will believe in love and a ll that it's supposed to be
But ju st until the fi sh start to smell and you'r e struck down by a ham mer
So le t it all go by (let it all go bye) looki ng at the sk y (looking at the sky)
W ondering if there's clo uds (wondering if there's clouds and stuff) in h ell
And yo u will believe in lo ve
And al l that it's supposed to b e
And yo u will believe in lo ve...