Hearts they've been hanging in red, red hues;
Lace pink and frilly gives me the blues.
I'm all alone; no real girlfriend;
Nowhere for greeting cards to send.

Lovers are going out tonight;
Tables for two by candlelight.
There's no Valentine's Day; not for me, anyway.
So draw the curtains; turn out the light.

Seeing commotions, instinctive notions
Tell me the sorrows of love.
Stormy divorces and battles, I fear,
Make it appear a thing one should rise above.

Yet my heart tells me my head is all wrong:
It's not good to be alone so long.
It brings only sorrow, and grief, and pain
That life's so lonely, empty, and in vain.

Ooh... for me, only sorrow, and grief, and pain,
And my life's lonely, empty, and in vain.