To Susie Q:

Oh, won't you be my Valentine?
Your eyes so brown, your lips so fine.
When I look at you, I can't define
they way I feel, but it's not benign.

Oh, won't you be my Valentine?
Be mine, be mine, be mine!

--Butch

Hi Susie Q,

I really like you. You make my insides feel funny, but in a good way. Like a hot fudge sundae on a cold day. You wouldn't think that would feel so good, but it does.

I know it's early, but will you be my Valentine? I'll even give up football for you.

Hoping to be your sweetest sweet,

Butch