Sixteen Reasons - Connie Francis

If he can care for little butterflies

Why can’t he care for me

If he can stare for hours at April’s skies

Why can’t he stare at me

If he can talk to daisies in a «»

And spell «I love you» to a tree

If he can care for all these little things

Why can’t he care for me

Why can’t he care for me

Why can’t he care for me

If he can talk to daisies in a «»

And spell «I love you» to a tree

If he can care for all these little things

Why can’t he care for me

Butterflies, April’s skies

If he can care for all these little things

Why can’t he care for me

Why can’t he care for me