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Tell her you care, each time you speak, |
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Make it her birthday each day of the week, |
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Bring her nice things, sugar and spice things, |
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Roses and Lollipops, |
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And Lollipops and Roses . . . |
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One day she'll smile, next day she'll cry, |
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Minute to minute, you'll never know why! |
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Coax her, pet her, better yet get her, |
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Roses and Lollipops, |
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And Lollipops and Roses . . . |
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We try acting grown up, but as a rule, |
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We're all little children, fresh from school . . . |
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So, carry her books, that's how it starts, |
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Fourteen to forty, they're kids in their hearts . . . |
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Keep them handy, flowers and candy, |
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Roses and Lollipops, |
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And Lollipops and Roses . . . |
