Lyrics

A single flower he sent me since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose.
Deep hearted, (oh, so) pure,
With scented dew still wet.
One perfect rose, one perfect rose.

I knew the language of the floweret.
My fragile leaves, it said, his heart enclose.
Love, long has taken for his amulet.
One perfect rose, one perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
In every dream I dream - a limousine.
A limo, limo

Oh no!
It’s always just my luck to get
One perfect rose (how lucky can you get?),
One perfect ..
One perfect rose.
One rose.