february fourteenth

She looked me over
And I guess she thought I was all right
All right in a sort of a limited way
For an off-night
She said, "don't I know you, from the cinematographer's party?"
I said, "who am I to blow against the wind?"

I know what I know
I'll sing what I said
We come and we go
That's a thing that I keep
In the back of my head