So who needs roses
Or stuff like that
So who wants chocolates
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