you're a double -dealing man
than all the others in your clan
To treat a lady so, and then just go
but sure as fate you were gone,
Since you're complaining,
So honey, please don't be that way
ain't no good reason for you to whine
If necessary, come February
I'll make you my valentine
And all the others quite insane
Life would be sweeter and even neater
If I could leave her on my own
You're right on the track,
you better call a truce now
you'll never make it alone
And honey, I'll be right back
From Cairo, boat or plane
I know the other's quite in sane
it's not the final curtain,
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,