my hula valentine
all those early tattoos
coloured in reds and coloured in blues
your name etched across my heart
on the side o’ my hands, and my first guitar
and on the sides of my pencil case
i can still see them now, cos’ i still see your face
don’t need to bring them back to life
cos’ they’ll always be mine, my hula valentine
what’s that on the black-board?,
teacher drawing numbers and lines
that don’t mean a thing to me
got other things on my mind
don’t know ‘bout trigonometry
just like my soul man Sam Cooke
but ask me ‘bout the most beautiful girl
i got ya’ tattooed all over my books
can’t pay attention to the lesson, man
my head’s in a different space
too busy drawing my hula sweetheart
an’ we’re sailing to a better place
Sailor Jerry teachin’ me all i need
i'm the shark and i’m standing my ground
ain’t nothin’ more important for me to learn
‘cept to study this beauty i found
my little hula valentine
gonna decorate you with flowers
an’ i’ll wait for you at the alter, yeah
and all the slow numbers are ours
you’re my anchor, and you’re my rose
and you know you make my heart sing
now i see how all the angles add up
you’re my whole, you’re my everything
These lyrics are about...all those hearts and names you wrote on your hands, books, bags, pencil cases...as kids...wm
