G F
Oh What a shame that your pockets did bleed on St. Valentine's.
G
And you sat in a chair thinking "Boy I'm Such a Prince!"
F
Well Life's a train that goes from February on day by day
G
But it's making a stop on April First.
C G C G
And you will believe in love and all that it's supposed to be
C A F D
But just until the fish start to smell and you're struck down by a hammer
G F
Sure you were swift when the handsome greek boys dropped by with gifts
G
you are suave thanks to ribbons that open sesame
F
But in the stars and closer to home and every planet it ain't hard
G
For me and dear Jo Jo to see.
G F G E
So let it all go by looking at the sky
Am F D
Wondering if there are clouds and stuff in hell
C G
And you will believe in love
C G
And all that it's supposed to be
C A F D
And you will believe in love...
