Do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-doWe had a quarrel, a teenage quarrelNow I'm as blue as I know how to beI can't call you on the phoneI can't even see you at your homeSo I'm sending you this presentJust to prove I was telling the truthDear, I believe you won't laugh when you receiveThis rose and your baby blueI could have sent you an orchidOf silver and goldBut that's all I had in my jeans at the timeBut when we grow upSomeday I'll show upJust to prove I was telling the truthI'll kiss you tooThen I'll have youThis rose and the baby blueDo-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-doDo-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do
