Be My Scott Valentine / I8A4RE (U4EA)

by The Not Fur Longs

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Flying high "fur" you, Valentine!

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released 14 February 2013
Recorded by the Not Fur Longs at Brian and Rich's love nests. Mixed and mastered by Dave Downham at The Gradwell House.

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tags: rock anti-folk christmas indie indiepop philadelphia pop south jersey twee valentine Jersey

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Track Name: Be My Scott Valentine
Ehh, Ehh, Ehh , Ehh, Mallory. Mallory. You know when I see you my heart starts beating faster. My palms get all sweaty and I get this funny lump in the back of my throat. You know that doesn’t happen with nobody else so either I love you or I’m allergic to you. Ehh, Ehh, Ehh , Ehh, Mallory. Mallory. I’m only say this once and if you don’t believe me I’m just gonna turn around walk out that door and never come back. There is nothing going on between me and Victoria. Be my Scott Valentine. Gimmee, gimmee, gimmee some Nick Moore. Cupid won’t you send me a sign. Let him knock, knock, knock upon my door. I’m only gonna say this twice.
There is nothing going on between me and Victoria. There is nothing going on between me and Victoria. Mallory. Mallory. Be my Scott Valentine. Gimmee, gimmee, gimmee some Nick Moore. Cupid won’t you send me a sign. Let him knock, knock, knock upon my door.
Track Name: I8A4RE (U4EA)
Hey I was thinking of you, that totally disarming smile and your baby blues. They fill up any rainy day I have with sunshine. Don't touch me. Don't call me. Don't leave cakes on my doorstep. Don't manipulate situations so you wind up in my bed. Don't lie to my friends about some night of passion that never happened. All I got out of you was a chemical reaction. All you got out of me, heavy breathing and hangups and tire slashings. Don't touch me. Don't call me. Don't leave cakes on my doorstep. I know you're really mad about that drug thing. It's a love drug babe. If I had a fairy godmother to turn back the clock so I could start over.