ro ro rosey

ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey

ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey. you're the apple of my eye

ice cream in my cherry pie

pie. she's just sixteen and she's not yet grown

she never goes out on her own. she lives way up on the avenue of trees

where i chanced to walk in the cool night breeze. and i

i see her face

her smile

her hair

i cry

oh