If I sent a rose to you, for every time you made me blue, you'd have a room full of roses. And if I sent a rose of white, for every time I cried all night, you'd have a room full of roses. And if I took the petals and would tear them all apart, you'd be tearing up the roses just the way you broke my heart. And if someday you're feeling blue, you could send a rose or two, don't send me your room full of roses. I just want my arms around you. And if I took the petals and would tear them all apart, you'd be tearing up the roses just the way you broke my heart. And if someday you're feeling blue, and you could send a rose or two, I don't want a room full of roses. I just want my arms around you. *