Roses Red, Violets Blue
The rhyme is old,
But love is new
When love is new,
The heart is young
And that is why the spring has [bad word] 

The spring has [bad word] for hers and his
And that is why the sap has ris
The breezes buzz
And roses is
Where roses never was

All the world,
It loves a lover
‘Cause a lover loves the world
And that is why Roses Red, Violets Blue
Let me make this clear to you
When you’re in love, it’s always [bad word] 
The Goldarn roses must be red
And violets must be blue

All the world,
It loves a lover
‘Cause a lover loves the world
And that is why Roses Red, Violets Blue
Let me make this clear to you
When you’re in love, it’s always [bad word] 
The Goldarn roses must be red
And violets must be blue
All this simply means
Paris, I love you