If I send a rose to you
for every time you make me blue,
You'd have a room full of roses.
If I sent a rose of white
every time I cried all night,
You'd have a room full of roses.
And if you took the petals
and took them all apart,
You'd be tearing at the roses
just the way you tore my heart.
If someday you're feeling blue
And you could send some roses, too,
Well, I don't want a room full of roses.
I just want my arms full of you.