I was never crazy for flowers
I confess that nothing left me colder
I could watch a daisy for hours
and all I'd feel is several hours older.
Lilacs or lillies, any bloom you'd please
all that they did was make me shrug or sneeze.
But now I love each blossom that I see,
for a lovely little Rose loves me.
Now my life is Rosie,
since i found my Rosie,
With a girl like Rosie,
how could I be blue.
Hand-in-hand we'll mosey,
me and little Rosie.
We will be so cozy
by a fire built for two.
Oh, I once heard a poem that goes,
a rose, is a rose, is a rose.
But, I don't agree,
take it from me,
there's one Rose sweeter than any that grows,
and that's my Rosie.
I'm so glad she chose me
Life is one sweet beautiful song to me.
Now my life is Rosie
Oh we'll be happy I know
Since I found my Rosie
Off to the Preacher we'll go
With a girl like Rosie
So how can we be blue
Albert/Rosie:
How can I/we be blue?
Oh, we'll have us a home out west
a nice little split level nest
and in every room,
roses in bloom
but there's one Rose
sweeter than all the rest
and that's my Rosie
Albert and Rosie:
I'm so glad you chose me
Life is one sweet beautiful song
When love is right, then, what could be wrong
Life is one sweet beautiful song to me

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