Every day I sent another present
Just to let her know how very much I care.
I wrote a little love note with each present
But it didn't seem to get me anywhere.
My poor worried heart was almost certain
That this love affair would never be.
Then I sent a dozen yellow roses;
From that moment she belonged to me.
Roses, roses, roses;
I thank all the roses that bloom in the spring.
Love is a wonderful thing.
The rest of my life I will bring her
Roses and roses and roses of love.
Roses, roses, roses,
I thank you for saying what I couldn't say.
Oh what a wonderful way
To tell her "I love you" each day:
With roses and roses and roses of love.
Roses, roses, roses;
I thank all the roses that bloom in the spring.
Love is a wonderful thing.
The rest of my life I will bring her
Roses and roses and roses and roses and roses of love,
Of love.
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