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So who needs roses
Or stuff like that
So who wants choctlates
They'd make me fat
And I can get along just fine
Without a gushing Valentine
And I'll get by, kid
With just the guy, kid
And if he calls me
And it's collect
Sir Walter Raleigh
I don't expect
And though I know I may be left
Out on a limb
So who needs roses
That didn't come from him.
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