Feelin' kind of down 'cause I needed some female company.
Suddenly I felt this pair of eyes starin' at me.
She got to move me, she got the soul,
Never should have told me she was only fourteen years old.
How was I to know?
She said ...
CHORUS
Get it up baby, don't you want me to shake that thing?
Get it up baby, drive me crazy, I'll do anything.
Get it up baby, I came even to make you say, shake that thing.
Oooo ...
Make me want to yell, make me want to shout, make me want to scream.
I didn't have to fantasize, she made me dream.
She got to move me, she got the soul,
Her eyes could tantalize for fourteen years old.
How was I to know?
She said ...
CHORUS
Owww ...
CHORUSRoses are red, my love ... doo doo da doooo ...
A long, long time ago, on graduation day.
You handed me your book ... I signed this way:
"Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But not as sweet as you."
We dated through high school.
And when the big day came,
I wrote into your book,
next to my name:
"Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But not as sweet as you."
Then I went far away and you found someone new.
I read your letter dear, and I wrote back to you:
"Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But luck may god bless you."
Is that your little girl?
She looks a lot like you.
Someday some boy will write
in her book, too.
"Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But not as sweet as you."