And give myself a hug
And take myself out to dinner.
I can buy roses
To tickle my noses
'Til I shake like an old time sinner
For a special occasion
Like Creole or Cajun
My old boudin can still say,
Come out, li'l mud bug,
Let's cut us a rug.
And rock til the break of day.
But when I go home
I don't like it alone
So I sometimes call up my sister.
Which sounds sweet enough,
But she talks so much
It leaves my ear with a blister.
If these are some things
That make you feel fine
You can certainly be
Your own Valentine.
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