He Likes to Roll

Why do I try to win the love
That I’ve already wooed and won
'Cause he likes to roll he likes to roll
He likes to roll he likes to roll
He takes the flower from his button hole
When he likes to roll, he likes to roll
I tend to lose my self control
When he likes to roll, he likes to roll
Here in this little sunny bay
Once a day he comes and goes
He likes to roll…
The moon is down but the odds are high
That seeming me, he won’t pass me by
He likes to roll…