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Doo doo doo doo doo 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
guitar
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 doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo