She has her hard luck tale Hes on his quest for the next holy grail Shes more realistic Call her jaded Will they rub together, Find a spark amidst the Fleeting pleasure Find some warmth before the Embers faded? Brimming with false confidence And buoyed by vodka highballs Ready to infatuate Tot the depths of his humanity Spurred on by the daring Words of her cowering friends Vodka highball A lens to infinity (This dance, this accidental intent I may have your limo, But the frame is bent) Im ready to be Your next romantic tragedy Wont you be my, Be my valentine Wont you be my, Be my valentine Im ready to be Your next romantic tragedy Wont you be my, Be my valentine Wont you be my, Be my valentine    

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Next Romantic Tragedy (Be My Valentine): Oil on Canvas, 1947
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