A Rose and a Baby Ruth

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 Doo, doo, doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo, ah 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, ooh