"Rose & a Baby Ruth, A" by George Hamilton IV

Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo

We had a quarrel
A teenage quarrel
Now Im as blue as I know how to be
I cant call you on the phone
I cant even see you at your home

So Im sending you this present
Just to prove that Im telling the truth
Dear, I believe you wont laugh when you receive
This rose and a Baby Ruth

I could have sent you an orchid of some kind
But thats all I had in my jeans at the time

But when we grow up
Some day Ill show up
Just to prove I was telling the truth
Ill kiss you, too, then Ill hand to you
This rose and a Baby Ruth