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 that I'm telling the truth Dear, I believe you won't laugh when you receive This rose and a Baby Ruth
ahh 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 Some day 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
