Vane Valentine

Just think of you, this Valentine's Day, that wouldn't be much different, than any other day

You're so vane, you are only thinking of you, your image, your face, your money, it's a disgrace

Don't spend the money on me, when you can spend it on you, another car, another leather jacket

Why hide behind the mirror, everyone can see you envy yourself, maybe you could just get on that Harley, and ride, ride, ride

Since I won't be with you this Valentine Day, I will be thinking of me, and find myself, lavished in someone's arms, who really cares

Vanity never really gets you very far, it's all about the affair