Verse 1

Valentine, my little sugar plum,

The city holds its breath when I come.

I wear a grin that scares the maître d’,

And silk so sharp it could cut the cheese.

I’m Tony—yes, the one they all obey;

I make tough guys reconsider what they say.

But you just ask if I’ve been eating right,

And suddenly I’m blushing in the light.

Pre-Chorus

I’ve got a ledger full of debts,

A dozen threats I haven’t sent—

Then you tuck my tie back in its place,

And I forget my own tough-guy face.

Chorus

So take this heart, my sugar baby,

It’s yours—though it’s a little shady.

I’d trade my throne, my rings, my name,