Lyrics:

It's just a little home to fill
With pretty pictures of you that will
And a broken clock
In empty pockets lonely hands are still
You can call it phantasy
You can dress it up to a t
But the words remain
All the same until ya let it b
In little ways that are only mine
I go to squeeze my Valentine
Time and time after time
I go to squeeze my Valentin
But the yearnin is only mine
My favorite record from the start
Always skips the well intentioned part
Through the big and small
After all
Straight to the heart to heart
(Records go round)
Picks up and right back down
Yeah yeah Oh yeah
Low, flat, high hat
Hey-turn around!