[She'll gladly clap to the lyrical performance.]

Ah, I prefer her singing.~

Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donned his clothes,
And dupped the chamber door.
Let in the maid that out a maid
Never departed more.

How racy. Did you get many critics in your time for such innuendo~?