The St. Valentine’s Day Massacre

I just can’t seem to keep

My tongue in my mouth

And that’s why they shot me—

Down in the Old South.

I loved the way whispers

Were my witnesses

As Cupid—that drifter

Had Eros’ swiftness

And they both shot me dead;

Some lead to my heart

And some lead to my head—

Two fools with swift darts.

But others, they died, too,

When the Blood Bank dried

And went from red to blue

’Cause Love was implied

And Love, it came unglued

When I spoke the truth;

Eros and Cupid sued

And I lost my youth.