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
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...