Every day I would show up at that same little shop,

It was to see her, the lady that owned the little shop,

And every day I would buy the same flower a little red rose,

And every day she gave the same response, you picked the best one yet,

My love for her blossomed like my red rose, it grew every day,

But this was my unrequited love, so I’ll just keep buying a rose from her the most precious flower there.