Music: Jonathan Larson
He was a greeting card candy cupid
There was a blizzard it was twenty below
She was 15,clean,lonely and stupid
As pure as the virgin snow
He pulled her in from the storm
How the fire was warm
She didnāt have the nerve to say no
Didnāt have the nerve to say no
Beat her till sheās black and blue and grey
Draw a little heart
Draw a little arrow
Draw a little blood
V-v-v-Valentineās Day
Red wine Waterford crystal
Chocolate kisses and lace
Knives and chains and a pistol
Mounted on a wall like scars on her face
He said he liked to play tough
As he locked the handcuff
She know itād be tough to escape
She know itād be tough to escape
Beat her till sheās black and blue and grey
Draw a little heart
Draw a little arrow
Draw a little blood
V-v-v-Valentineās Day
February winter in her heart
Said Iād show her normal love ,she said
Too late to start
She said too late to start
Now her fashion is basically leather
Favorite color is basically red
And her passions change like the weather
As she dance from bed to bed to bed
And she feels like a fool
But she likes her man cruel
And I doubt sheāll be cool till sheās dead
I doubt sheāll be cool till sheās dead
She said beat me till Iām black and blue and grey
Draw a little heart
Draw a little arrow
Draw a little blood she said
Draw a little arrow
Draw a little heart
Draw a little arrow
Draw a little blood
V-v-v-Valentineās
V-v-v-Valentineās Day
Valentineās Day
V-v-v-Valentineās Day
Valentineās Day
V-v-v-Valentineās Day
Valentineās Day