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.