The Story I'M About To Tell
Includes hearts, selling things, numbers, and confusion
But it is undeniably true
And undeniably odd
Because things like this
(amazing as it may be)
May happen to you
But it never happens to me
He walked up to me, and I stopped him with a flier
A pink flier of hearts and valentines food specials
He turned it down, "I don't have a valentine," He said,
And with a solemn face, he walked away from me
But then he turned around
And walked back to me
And asked me for my number
...and asked me for my number??
I gave it to him, and hours later we began talking
"What are you doing on valentines day?" He asked
"Nothing." So he and I have made plans to so something
To go on a first date, on the day of red affection
This is undeniably true
But what am I to do?
They say to take the date....
But I really just feel like bait
Because things like this? don't happen
Don't happen to me
And yet, I find I'm happy
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