Fortunate

There's red flowers in the windows on Church Street
And a valentine on the porch
Which states, that I am yours
As always, sincerely sincere

We are very fortunate, you and I
We are very fortunate
We are very lucky, you and I
We are in love

The poet Keats said to poet Browning
"Roses are red, violets blue"
Whereas Browning put his hands up in the air
He was speechless and I am too

There's an angel that's on Church Street
In a house with yellow stairs
And every time I see her
Oh my

We are very fortunate, you and I
We are very fortunate
We are very lucky, you and I
We are in love