Everyday I sent another present,
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Just to let her know how very much I care . . .
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Wrote a little love note with each present,
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But it didn¡¯t seem to get me anywhere . . .
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My poor worried heart was almost certain,
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That this love affair would never be . . .
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Then I sent a dozen yellow roses,
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Then from that moment she belonged to me . . .
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Roses, roses, roses I thank all the roses
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That bloom in the spring . . .
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Love is a wonderful thing,
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The rest of my life I will bring her
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Roses and roses and roses of love . . .
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Roses, roses, roses I thank you for saying
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What I couldn¡¯t say . . .
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Oh!, what a wonderful way,
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To tell her, "I Love You" each day,
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With roses and roses and roses of love . . .
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And roses and roses and roses of love,
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And roses and roses and roses . . .
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And Roses And Roses
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| Perry Como |
