I’m walking ‘till the end to find
my one and only precious valentine
Who can handle me in my moods?
Can cheer me up when I brood?
Someone who can manage my bloodlust
is not a ‘well, it would be nice’, but a must
I admit it doesn’t happen often
’cause I’v been known to really soften
But should I find someone to hold
that doesn’t mind me nibbling his shoulder
Someone that loves me despite my nature,
my switching moods and my being immature
(though I must say: I’m not as childish
as before), then fulfil my wish
I’ll ask you: will you be mine?
Will you be my little bloody valentine?