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