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| Roses Are Red Bobby Vinton 1962 Roses are red, my love ... doo doo da doooo ... A long, long time ago On graduation day You handed me your book I signed this way: �Roses are red, my love. Violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, my love. But not as sweet as you.� We dated through high school. And when the big day came, I wrote into your book, next to my name: �Roses are red, my love. Violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, my love. But not as sweet as you.� Then I went far away And you found someone new I read your letter dear And I wrote back to you: �Roses are red, my love. Violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, my love. But luck may god bless you.� Is that your little girl? She looks a lot like you. Someday some boy will write in her book, too. �Roses are red, my love. Violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, my love. But not as sweet as you.� |