He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.

Picking off the pedals,
Counting each and every one.
Little girls heart beating,
Thinking,

He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.

Repeating the saying,
Over and over again.
Does it ever tell them,
What they want to hear?

He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.

They pick the prettiest flower,
Of their favorite kind.
Selecting only the best ones,
Hoping it will tell them that he loves them.

He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.

As each one falls to the ground,
It all comes down to this last pedal.
If it breaks their heart,
They just pick another one.

He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.