Rose And A Baby Ruth

Doo, doo, doo, doo

Doo, doo, doo, doo



We had a quarrel, a teenage quarrel

Now I'm as blue as I know how to be

I can't call you on the phone

I can't even see you at your home



So I'm sending you this present

Just to prove I was telling the truth

Dear, I believe you won't laugh

When you receive this rose and a Baby Ruth



Doo, doo, doo, doo

Doo, doo, doo, doo

Doo, doo, doo, doo, ah



I could have sent you an orchid of some kind

But that's all I had in my jeans at the time

But when we grow up someday

I'll show up just to prove I was telling the truth



I'll kiss you too, then I'll hand to you

This rose and a Baby Ruth



Doo, doo, doo, doo

Doo, doo, doo, doo

Doo, doo, doo, doo, ooh