I know I'll never be the apple of your eye
But I'll pick you a flower
If you'd like
I know I'll never be the stars up in your sky
But I'll pick you a flower
If you'd like
She loves me
She loves, now, she says
She loves me
Has she forgotten that she loves me
Love me one more time
I know I'll never be the apple of your eye
But I'll pick you a flower
If you'd like
Let's go
Roses are red, violets are blue
I need us two, I'll be doomed if I don't have you
So I'll just chill up on the hill
Picking [?]
Making wishes
About you, miss
'Cause I know I'll never be the apple of your eye
But I'll pick you a flower