Roses are red, my love ... doo doo da doooo ...
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A long, long time ago
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On graduation day
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You handed me your book
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I signed this way:
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Roses are red, my love.
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Violets are blue.
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Sugar is sweet, my love.
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But not as sweet as you.
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We dated through high school.
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And when the big day came,
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I wrote into your book,
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next to my name:
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Roses are red, my love.
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Violets are blue.
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Sugar is sweet, my love.
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But not as sweet as you.
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Then I went far away
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And you found someone new
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I read your letter dear
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And I wrote back to you:
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Roses are red, my love.
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Violets are blue.
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Sugar is sweet, my love.
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But luck may god bless you.
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Is that your little girl?
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She looks a lot like you.
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Someday some boy will write
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in her book, too.
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Roses are red, my love.
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Violets are blue.
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Sugar is sweet, my love.
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But not as sweet as you.
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Roses Are Red (My Love)
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| Bobby Vinton |
