[MABEL NORMAND]
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?